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