I have not sinned
against a god nor man
nor woman
harmed no beast
—cared for Mother
why do I suffer
these sins of others
the revenge of Man
sins against me
—why am I prisoner here
admit they say and
confess – to what
I did no wrong
I harmed no one
—and yet I’m here
yet I am punished
forced – I sit alone, told to
feel some shame and
remorse and
—guilt for my breath
my dignity
my humanity
they took all from me and
I suffer – I do – I am alone in
—my pain without sympathy
why am I punished
made less than
human – no son of god
son of man
—fuck it all – fuck them all
try harder they say
love this god they pray
why must I see their way
It’s their way I’ll suffer
—the goodness of Death
prisoner by bill reynolds. 5/31/17
Look around. Mind what you see.
Dark, intense and haunting. Well done.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Sue.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You absolutely have the soul of a poet. This was that kinda dark good that makes me feel strong. *pumps fist*
LikeLiked by 1 person
These are not tears. Something is in my eye. Thanks, joey.
LikeLiked by 1 person