My mind
Refuses rehabilitation.
It cowers
In a
Concrete corner.
Face in hands,
Protesting parole.
My mind
Punishes me
With guilt.
Torturing thoughts,
A reoccurring 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
Gladly 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 violently
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
Early release.