Submissions by David_Macleod (14397816)

he's a man on a bus
he's a man in his mid fifties,
born in the sixties.
Robbed of his childhood.
Told he'd be no good.
No good at anything.
Useless at everything.
Good for nothing,
he would come to nothing.
Hammered down and broken,
love was always just a token
Constantly told,he didn’t belong
Spent the last 54 years,
consistently proving them wrong

I am innocent,
Truly innocent.
I’ve done nothing wrong.
I would never do such a thing.
This must be a mistake.
You’ve go the wrong person.
I’m clearly not the one,
You’re looking for.
Despite your weapons.
Despite your handcuffs.
Despite your arrest.
Despite my rights
heard and understood.
Despite your bars and
despite your jail.
I: am not guilty
like all those around me,
in this jail.
I am here in a place
I don’t belong
As is everyone here,
Innocent and
Without blemish.

Everyone but everyone floats here.
I contemplate my weightlessness
and reflect on my life as it was.
A life spent frivolously.
a life lived in the fullness of light
Or what I perceived to be light.
Imagine my rude awakening
into a field of similar beings.
Initially confused in a purple fog
along with other floating cadavers.
The fog dissipates,
‘There’s thousands of them,’
‘Tens of thousands,’
not making a solitary sound.
all are the same, all are mute.
We are restricted from any movement,
each a prisoner of its own
damaged...