Imprisoned
Your bones are the bars
encaging your heart
Your scars are the ink
tattooed on your skin
Markings to remember
Markings to forget
Somewhere inside the prison of flesh
inmates scream out, never lowering their cries
pleading to escape
begging to stay
You wonder if the warden can hear them
all the way in the nice comfy office
maybe he’s ignorant of it
maybe she’s ignoring it
You watch as the others are let into the Yard
they’re free in a way
they can see the sun
but you’re stuck in the cold night- blinded
lost in solitary confinement