Thing a Week 12: Jailbird

Nimba County Prison Inmates

Regardless of when my preferred bedtime lies,

The lights are replaced at nine with bloodcurling cries

In the dark of the night the screeching only gets higher

I make yet another mark to join the 56 prior

Each day I plea for freedom, a prisoner to no crime

Looking for the real reason I’m serving this time

Believe it: I was actually captured in the night by men in black

Lickety split, a sack over my head — too weak to fight back

My experience has been arduous, my life an unfortunate blight

To escape would be marvelous, through the golden gate take flight

I would soar above my cage, leaving a torturous toddler below

Hoping to resume a normal life as I sail out the window


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