Imprisonment
Waiting, watching
This loss of freedom
Haunts him
A lowly ant crawls
Across the cold damp cement floor
And over to a crack in the wall
And shimmies its way out
How can he face
Thee days that don’t end
The freedom he longs to have
The reason he is here
He knows why
But he never will admit it
It was only a mistake
And in his mind he believes
He is innocent
He lays back and remembers
The days when he could have been
Wild and free
Instead he did what anyone would do
And if the situation faced him
He would do it again
He screams out
As he is strapped in that deadly chair
Only god can judge me
