A Trapped Mind

By Anthony Puckett

Sometimes I feel like a trapped caged bird,

That can’t spread my wings to fly away freely.

I chirp silent prayers for a day to be free,

Because of my life style and

Accusations the world would never know me.

I sit staring out of my four foot caged window,

Staring down at lifeless brass and dried dirt,

As life on the outside passes me by

Like a speeding bullet.

I thought I was going home today,

To society, the ones that threw away the keys.

Lost in the system of California prisons,

You could only survive mentally

If you continue to have  Visions,

Visions of justice, peace, dignity, strength, and equality.

My mind is playing war games with me,

It’s causing me to undergo psychological warfare,

Making me mentally deteriorate.

Lost my sight, hate to go outside,

Due to the sun’s bright yellow light.

My skin is pale, my body’s frail.

Life like this is a living hell.

They say a mind’s a terrible thing to waste.

So why do the system lock us up for life?

Because they’re a disgrace to my trapped mind!

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