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Here I Lie

Stillness, yet in the dark I can hear the clink of keys,

The tinkle of a much too loud telephone

The footsteps of booted feet as the guard tries to see

To peer into the dark depths of my prison cell

It's his duty, nay! His personal conviction to ensure

That the prison holding my body and soul are well

For what purpose I do not know, but to endure.

One more night in a place where hope goes to die.


I cannot sleep for the Prison guards talk too loud

And laugh! At countless jokes at our expense.

The thud of doors, the relentless snores, yet too proud-

I lie awake. for even stripped of my pride I am too dense!

To the Hells that lay with me though the quiet is too loud

The insistent nag on my heart be my own making, and yet

I'm not here of my own accord, but the telling of lies.

LIES!! Thou hast accosted me great pains, yet here I lie


Abandon all hope ye who enter here, for between the stress

The mess and the unrest, the dirt, grime and blood.

The noise, the boy's, just crooning of prison politics

Men wh when touch road are but mere pawns, mere crud.

To the elite who run prisons for profits, and mix

The good with the bad, the chaff with the wheat.

Yet! Here we meet and are all equally sick-

In the Eye of the corrupt law, and I have no hope.


Time marches forward. Yet I sit still in the cell.

Too early to wake but I cannot sleep in this hell.

The smell, the insistent wafting of odiferous scent

Crafted from neglect and boredom on neglect bent-

To break our spirit and soul, we are wrent.

Astray but here I lie, a prison within a prison.

Cannot move for respect of my cellmate, heaven sent,

Or is it hell? More like purgatory! Godless ascent.


In the silent yawn bereft of God, I found God 

Though the lies pile upon me I rise up and take a bow

For even in hell's abyss I find solace and nod -

My head's spinning from betrayal and now?

Now I am at peace with myself for I know.

I know within my heart they cannot break me.

Yet, here I lie,


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