for long, you were disciplined,
you did not indulge in any pleasure,
it felt good to finally tame your demons,
for the first time, you felt untouchable,
the only opinion that mattered was yours,
but, because God has a sense of humor,
you were struck, at lightning speed,
by something unavoidable.
And, after all the sacrifice,
you are back to where you began.
I know, without a doubt,
Of a prisoner inside of me,
I am a jailbird,
Twenty-five to life
No possibility of parole,
I still maintain my innocence - it wasn't me
All I ever did was not consenting to be born
looking back,
it is amazing how I thought
of the vast opportunities that lay before my eyes,
I stood atop a mountain and gazed down
at the beautiful and rolling fields,
all for me to conquer
but then life happens,
I realised that it is unfair
and I never accepted it,
I haven't still.
often, when there seems to be no way,
and as sure as the sun will go down,
a silent prayer, 'please let it be today'
but there it remains - the same old frown
the stomach grumbles with discontent
there hasn't been much to munch,
each passing hour increases resent
of the discarded food and free lunch
there is nothing to enjoy - not a movie,
not that favourite song, not nothing,
the pangs increase, gravel would taste like gravy
at least it would be better than nothing
and then, stuck in a web of gloom
nothing ever comes to your mind
everything seemed crammed a tiny room
you search, but there is nothing to find
the more your laughter drifts further,
the more this life becomes a puzzle,
and in the bustling bubble of happy people,
the more I am struck by the significance of
of both your absence and presence
