My mind

My mind

My mind
Is a prison
Overpopulated with remorse
Incarcerated by
Images of sin

My mind
Refuses rehabilitation
It cowers
In a
Concrete corner
Face in hands
Protesting parole

My mind
Punishes me
With guilt
Torturing thoughts
A reoccuring rape
Of recidivism

My mind
is unforgiving
It confiscates hope
It segregates
my dreams
In isolated darkness
With vibrant colors
of pain
Allowing occasional
One hour visits
Of promise

My mind
Is a
Complicated collage
Of
Convicting confessions
Callously castrating
My
Continuing appeals
For clemency

My mind
Mocks mercy
It Mimics moments
Of misery
In a
Mental mirror
Molesting my
Mild memories
In a
Riot of regrets

My mind
Wants no truce
It
Glady guards
My goals
Behind
Gilded gates
Of grief

My mind
Has given me
A life sentence
Of worry
My mind is a prison that I cannot escape
Every night
I am
Summoned from
My dim-lit cell
And violenlty
Beaten
Into submission
Here
I repent
I pray
for a pardon
And although
The almighty
Has given
Me a reprieve
My mind
Assures me
That death
Is my
Only relief

Written by Willie Wright