What Universe, This?

[anirbas]

This squadron
of chain link fences
deadly with intent
blind shepherds
hemming
the population in

Obdurate walls
of impregnable stone
festooned with the sharp
lace of razor wire

Vast interior halls
endless with the reiterating
emptiness of cold, steel bars

Merciless monotony commingled
with the pissy smell of fear

Reverberating echoes
of humans in the throes
of nightmares or pain

Their cries, if heard,
unanswered, unheeded

Searching for a spark
of hope to light
their individual
ways back home...

What universe, this?

The barracks
of the cursed
and the damned-



Prison

[heartfelt7]

Wow - Your words twist the insides to feel for the imprisoned. There is a book by Bo Lozoff called "We're All Doing Time" that might be called a spark of hope. He goes to prisons to teach meditation. The whole book is mostly letters from really tough guys who have had life changing experiences by going within. They don't even care if they're in prison anymore, because as they say "We're All Doing Time." It's really a wonderful book and this is really a wonderful poem.

[anirbas]

Thanks sincerely for your read and comments, sweet Heart. I cannot help but feel for the "population" as my twenty-five year old son is amongst them...

[anirbas]

I am most pleased to announce to my poetical friends, 'What Universe This?' is no longer a part of my small family's life. My son, Scott, came home May 1st. Can you say, Nir is one happy, happy mother? One child graduated high school last June and the other, graduated the School of Hard Knocks, this spring. LoL He is doing well. Adjusting rapidly fast. But, he always was a social little fellow. LoL He's not a lil' fellow anymore. He's a grown man of twenty seven. Wow. Am I really that old? Yeppers, I certainly am! Where did all the time go?LoL