In the quiet of this cell, I trace my past, A shadowed boy, with laughter meant to last. Echoes of joy in the corridors of time, now fade to whispers, muted chime.
A ruthless beast, my father’s design, Crafted me in darkness, a jagged line. Half of me revels in this fearsome role, the other half mourns a lost, gentle soul.
Bars confine my body, not my mind, In these chains, the cruel and kind entwined. Memories of a child, so pure, so bright, crumble in the harshness of night.
Innocence traded for survival's guise, A monster's reflection in hardened eyes. Yet deep inside, a flicker remains, A remnant of youth, amid the chains.
I miss the boy who ran through fields, who knew of love, who laughed, who healed. But now I wear this mask of stone, A creation of blood, flesh, and bone.
In the silence, I confront my fate. Two halves of me in a ceaseless debate. One part longing for a bygone day, the other entrenched in the predator's way.
Oh, to reconcile the halves of me, to find the boy in this tragedy. But here in prison, I play my part, A fractured soul with a divided heart.
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This was so poignant. Loved your poem!
I hope that boy comes forth and finds the child’s joy and spreads it to the man’s heart!❤️
Nailed it.
Wow, wow, wow what a poem.