A Prisoners Word

A Prisoner’s word Life in jail sucks I have hit bottom rock If only I had known How difficult it would be To cope in one of the toughest prison I would have hesitated And thought again Thrown in Jail Rejected bail Sniffed out by the law as guilty Had I known I would have done things quite differently Now a society system recorded failure For an outstanding outrageous behaviour Hustling for cigarettes And bursting for drugs An atlas of cells With polluted smells Two more years to pay And I keep wondering How did I end up this way? Words were perilously playing in my brain When I held up that bank Before then I was hardworking and frank Until from my job I got sacked With my football team I got axed From my lover a jilt letter was faxed I became depressed Not very strong But I was totally wrong This is not where I belong Unfortunately I am all holed up. Sometimes I dream of a jail break Minutes later I awake And ponder on all that money I could have raked That wealth I would have truly cherished However my freedom I truly relish Knowing I will be free one day Brings me a glimmer of hope This shimmers regularly down my thoughtful slope Oh this prison sucks © Sylvia Chidi- 17 October 2005