What a living nightmare it be That 25 years to life is how my identity is defined.
The unattractive truth of five by nine until demise, striving to atone for numerous devastation left behind, using this experience to transform my misguided mind, a morbid marathon testing faith most assuredly, by grace I run this race with steadfast resiliency, living to serve and helping others succeed, wondering if it is all enough to be redeemed? Don’t ever lose your hope no matter how challenging. What a living nightmare, that my imprisoned dream is only one of millions which may never be achieved.
Dreams
What a living nightmare it be, That I live and breathe, Among countless captive dreams, Securely stored behind steel, Discreet and unseen, Where suffocating seas of concrete Drown them entirely, Yet stubborn hope won’t be choked! It persists from deep underneath, Unfortunately finding uncertainty upon release.
What a living nightmare it be That millions of imprisoned dreams Have no opportunity to be achieved, Population of peers escalates toward unbelief, Dormant days duplicate week after endless week, Wants compromised in a place of overwhelming needs, Sincere pleas deemed unworthy to receive, Attempts to address neglect determined farfetched, Helplessly falling on ears that are deaf.
What a living nightmare it be That 25 years to life is how my identity is defined, the unattractive truth of five by nine until demise, striving to atone for numerous devastation left behind, using this experience to transform my misguided mind, a morbid marathon testing faith most assuredly, by grace I run this race with steadfast resiliency, living to serve and helping others succeed, wondering if it is all enough to be redeemed? Don’t ever lose your hope no matter how challenging. What a living nightmare, that my imprisoned dream is only one of millions which may never be achieved.
What a living nightmare it be That “we are rotten to the core” is commonly preached, disregarding inner traumas, wounds that don’t bleed, The destructive cycle of imprisonment spins repeatedly, While generational traumas are creating the path perfectly, We’re the segregated of society, Eye sores ignored publicly, Mercy swiftly swapped for intense penalty, Judgements of death and LWOP dealt with severity.
What a living nightmare it be That sanity falls apart while solitary sets apart, The place where shame and resentment start to weave, A lonely mirror without face, Festering with guilts of disease, Where hopelessness and hate arrive to complete the seams. “The solution” currently is compounding tax currency. Why decide to expensively lose the keys When the antidote for healing is available for free.
