It Breaks Me... In The Lines Between The Bars
it
breaks
me…
incarcerated...
locked away in the two prisons of your own making,
to wish for you to find words? can you find words, repent, seek forgiveness on page?
lay blame at your parents' feet, on the ills of society, on the system never teaching empathy!
blurring lines, bottomline find the words to accept responsibility!
it
breaks
me...
to acknowledge your breath,
to acknowledge your thoughts, your being,
to acknowledge you...you may never comprehend!
it
breaks
me...
to acknowledge the power perceived, to acknowledge you... the life thief.
to acknowledge you will never understand the greatness you stole from this world,
to acknowledge i could read your words, hear your voice... that is tough.
it
breaks
me...
like some heavy extra appendage you tried to add to my body,
did you know it is fully excised, cut from my greying anatomy?
did you know you are not even a hanging otomy?
it
breaks
me...
to suggest you could free your mind with words behind bars!
to give you even an inkling of relief from the hells of your two prisons, breaks me.
the world begs for you to come to know, repent! pleads for you to read poetry, read his drip!
it
breaks
me...
in my after to give this gift reluctantly but on this last step from hell and back, it frees me!
did you know i hope the only freedom you find between the bars is through words,
a prison poet? wait, you don’t deserve that title... prison versifier, prison lyricist.
it
breaks
me...
such brief time in the yard under the sun,
to catch the missing moon in the lines between the bars but it’s the right thing to do,
to demand no death penalty just labour and throw away the key
and hope words will set the demons free.
