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Time Spent
You hated the time spent behind those prison walls
For crimes committed and choices taken.
While I sit at the edge of my bed
Hating the time I'm spending inside my own body
Not only did you force yourself onto me...
You put me down for life.
Even when I bask in the sun I seem to always decay-
But I guess that's okay.
I'll go to therapy forever, get support on Twitter
My little 15 minutes of # fame.
You see, you did the time for your crime
And I'm stuck doing infinity.
If you don't get my point, let's put it like this:
Your's is an illusion, mine reality
You're walking free but when I walk the streets
Every face and yours morph into one
I'm tired of screaming with my head underwater
And it has been you holding me under.
Our justice system was an anchor to my foot-
Making sure I'd never rise again.
But I'm sure you hated time spent
Behind those prison walls
For crimes committed and choices taken.
While I sit at the edge of my bed
Hating the time I'm spending inside my own body
Not only did you force yourself onto me...
You put me down for life.
Even when I bask in the sun I seem to always decay-
But I guess that's okay.
I'll go to therapy forever, get support on Twitter
My little 15 minutes of # fame.
You see, you did the time for your crime
And I'm stuck doing infinity.
If you don't get my point, let's put it like this:
Your's is an illusion, mine reality
You're walking free but when I walk the streets
Every face and yours morph into one
I'm tired of screaming with my head underwater
And it has been you holding me under.
Our justice system was an anchor to my foot-
Making sure I'd never rise again.
But I'm sure you hated time spent
Behind those prison walls
Published 7th Apr 2022
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Copyright by Tshiamo Mokgethi
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10th Apr 2022 11:34pm
I am so sorry for the pain, physical, mental and emotional that you must've endured both during and after this traumatic event. But, you took that pain and developed it into something positive, this poem. This poem which, can perhaps in some ways speak to others' pain and comfort them thru mutual words of sympathetic understanding.
Truly, a sobering, slightly disturbing(as it well should be) and totally awesome composition that can only come from one who has survived that hell to rise again, phoenix-like from their own ashes.
Thanks for sharing this eye-opening poem. It was extremely well-done.
Peace.
Truly, a sobering, slightly disturbing(as it well should be) and totally awesome composition that can only come from one who has survived that hell to rise again, phoenix-like from their own ashes.
Thanks for sharing this eye-opening poem. It was extremely well-done.
Peace.
