Solitary Confinement

My thoughts echo,
like the foot steps of my captors
passing by
locking up another
my memories of the moon and sun
have suffered, a tragic death
the smell of shit and piss
make me wrestle for my every breath
silence roars so loud
more powerful than an ocean storm
it’s dark, yet I faintly see shadows
looking like demons dancing
coming to take me below
voices
I don’t know which are real
I’m forgetting how to feel
I wish in silence that
Oliver Twist never showed me to steal
Dismas
I Prayed in Jesus’ name
I know I’m forgiven
so why am I still in chains
my brain, has never left
the wounds have never healed
this is not God
this is mans will to kill
been years now
and I’m still fighting
for my sanity
silently
in solitary confinement.


Capital-"X" 305375 1998