In a solitary cell, you've <br />lots of time to meditate; <br />but first you must accept, <br />conditions of your fate. <br /> <br />The 'monkey' mind, it interferes, <br />and ceases to be still, <br />it races in confusion, <br />against the shaky will. <br /> <br />Therefore, you're driven crazy, <br />in disciplinary segregation; <br />you're a figment of existence, <br />in your own imagination. <br /> <br />You're not a monk or yogi, <br />you're something dark and sinister; <br />befouling yourself behind these walls, <br />a stinking, forgotten, prisoner. <br /> <br />They jailed you for a petty thing, <br />on any charge that they could find; <br />they shut your body in cage, <br />but they couldn't jail your mind. <br /> <br />No, they couldn't jail your mind, <br />but now...you're losing it; <br />as you contemplate the concrete, <br />in the corner...where you sit.<br /><br />David Lessard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/solitary-8/
