My bleary eyes delicately opened to the view
Of the cold, hard, unapologetic grey wall.
I’m in jail? Now the meet and greet.
“Hey, is anyone else here a paedophile screwball?”
My black eyes opened to view the white, concrete walls,
Still cold, still hostile with no care.
Still in jail? Maybe a new cell.
“So, who else is an informant here?” I proudly declare.
My broken body quietly wakes up to breathe
The healthy air these insane walls offer.
This jail is social, “Anyone here also rape an old pensioner?”
I ask a murdering offender.
My eyes, my bones, my body lay there and didn’t wake up,
Inside this death trap of a room.
I held on as long as I could, an innocent man in an innocent body,
With a death wish visit, before it met its doom.