Soliloquy
I’m imprisoned for an offence not mine.
Call it bad luck or misidentity.
I just happened to be there at that time
and the judge ruled I did commit the crime.
Attempts in all appeals had been turned down.
Four concrete walls surround me in the cell
divorcing me complete from the outside.
Absence of light, I tell not day from night.
Recall I not the blueness of the sky,
how high the mountains are, how deep the sea.
The days of being free not within reach…
Yet thoughts of different kinds invade my mind.
For if I ram my head against the wall,
my destiny I shape, I win them all.
Lionel L
(15 Jun 2000)
