Handcuffed and guarded by cops on either side
Despised by all as one so loathsome
I had in me, then the heart of stone
All I could think was of my own gain
Thoroughly swept by the rip – tide of illusion
I had no regard for another’s pain
‘Drink life to the lees’ was my credo
So I gambled to make hoards of money
Drugs and dopes gave me instant delight
Initially my days were all too sunny
But suddenly life derailed from its track
My wallet was like a leaking tank
All its contents drained out in no time
Gradually into dejection and despair, I sank
Eliminated from life by my own misdeeds
Weary of mind from stress and strife
Hate grew and hardened within me as a rock
Once I ripped my rival with a knife
Convicted and caught red handed
I ended up in this cheerless cell
Within these dank forlorn walls
I shrink like an oyster in its shell
Everything here is dusty and rusty
To get some peace as I attempt to sleep
Marauding thoughts invade my brain
Like a line of red ants, they listlessly creep
……. …….. ……… ……….
But years of confinement have changed my life
I am determined not to give up my fight
Somehow I will push and pull myself on
And will walk victorious to the world of light
Through these cold rusted prison bars
Now I look into a world that lies beyond
From dead faces longingly I cast my eyes
On all that once to me has been so very fond
I must go back to life, so sadly lost
And live for the day I will make a new start
I hope I can make it, at least have to try
And realize the dreams I still hold within my heart!