Under confinement,
Lingering cold arising through the cement,
Surrounded by the unending walls,
A place where certain people are sent.

The awaken day by the morning mist,
Not able to decide a new conquest,
Forced to do selected duties,
No occasion for the weak to rest.

Every presence swallowed by the empty hall,
Daily routines unable to even care,
Trying to survive to the next day,
Screaming inside, unlivable to bare.

Following the pounding footsteps in front,
Or copying the soft strides behind,
Counting the years then days to go by,
The calendar is the only thing in mind.

Hearing cries of the distant past,
Strangers of the unknown,
Ill at ease and demoralizing,
Nothing like one’s home.

Enforced to work in pairs,
Strained to finish a particular task,
Undertaking a pressure within,
Agonizing like wearing a daily mask.

Released once during the day,
Unable to get an adequate meal,
Time again with the unfamiliars,
Watching out for someone to steal.

Reiterating phase of work to occur,
As the bland and tasteless day goes by,
Yearning for freedom of one point,
To defy the heaving urge to cry.

Deaf by each solitary corner,
Silence in the long drawn room,
Patience and hope helps to get by,
But tomorrow seems to loom.

Existence is never ours,
Some company a friend next door,
Seems to hasten the moment faster,
Wishing if there could be more.

Some stages we are permitted to see the sun,
Consent to precede the outside,
Glimpsing the chain linked fence,
Thoughts develop to run and hide.

Shouts identified to come inside,
Like ammunition released in the air,
Staggering to rush with the others,
Wondering if this is really fair?

Frightened to do any different,
Needing to use the facilities,
Noticed by the authority to go,
Then rushing back by all my abilities.

There are many of us,
Rammed into a colossal mass,
Relating to common motives,
Future, present, and past.

Scheming for a new strategy,
Ruined as gathered acquaintances depart,
Conveying about each other’s life stories,
As newcomers enter with an altered start.

Everyday seems like a struggle,
Life and death decisions are faced,
If the wrong person is encountered,
Unethical judgments are made at haste.

Being monitored day in & day out,
Like a hawk glaring at it’s prey,
Observed for our peculiar conduct,
From the morning to the end day.

Each classified to distinctive groups,
Convicted for a length of time,
Varying with unique histories,
Individually differing per crime.

The clock strikes & indicates my jail time is up,
The guards allow the selected to be free,
The buzzards know they’ll see me soon,
Escaping class pulling out my house key.