stuck in my prison of anger i scream but my jailer doesn't hear let me out!! i scream, i don't want to be here and the laughter of my prisonmates is contagious, but not of me and i continue to scream scraps of meat are slid into my cell but i slide them out then think better of it and throw them against the bars screaming without stop and the jailer shouts he will throw me into solitary if i don't shut up but i fight to be heard and say you've made a mistake that you put me here but then all my cellmates and my prisonmates begin screaming with me finally my jailer comes into my cell and thats when i realize that all my cellmates look exactly like me and then as they take me for my execution i notice the warden looks like me and the priest looks like me and i scream let me out again but ive grown hoarse and then i realize the jailer looks like me and then before he throws the switch the executioner removes his mask and i realize he looks like me too...
Reason for writing:
master of my own fate...
Birth sign: Aries
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