Solitary

They say that too much time alone, confinement
In a solo cell, will cause someone to go insane.
The same thoughts echo endlessly, the doubts,
The recollections, pressured, altered. Now,
They come as accusations, and the answered words,
Which circle, birds inside a cage, rise up and crash
And fall again, unheard by any other's ears.
The meals arrive but go uneaten. Time becomes
A plastic thing which stretches and compresses
Without reason or a steady beat. It may be
Dark. It's hard to say, the curtains drawn,
The lights turned on. Who knows if it is
Night or day? Not that one in the solo cell.
It seems he's gone insane.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-08-12 at 01:05

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