In my cell I've daubed the heart's graffiti <br />On the wall, but I cant tell <br />Why I'm here, or why <br />They've kidnapped Jesus. <br /> <br />A long time ago <br />They said I had cancer of the soul <br />And took me to a strange place <br />Where there were no women. <br /> <br />They gave me chemotherapy and ECT <br />And stole the secrets of my dreams. <br />I lie here in my loneliness <br />And listen to the loud screams <br />Of Jesus from the next room.<br /><br />John Thorkild Ellison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/letter-from-prison/
