In this gray walls that stone bricks,
l sit counting my dark days,
Reaping bitterly seeds I sowed,
Very sorry for my wicked ways.
Am in uniform and chains,
Taking the rest of my breath in jail,
At night some inmates groan in pain,
Because in the ship of prisoners captain pain is always on sail.
Am locked in a cage till am done with my ages,
Work restless like a mother slave,
I wish they see my changes,
But unread are my new life's pages.
Negativity is my wound,
Taking command of my could,
But the sun that burns in my cell,
Ring sounds of hope, from my hearts bell.
Enoch Owusu Gyamfi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-prison-wall/
