The pains of incarceration
that which has separated us, indefinitely.
Our love that grew, now suspended
until your release.
The loneliness felt is unmatched,
as I dream on of days gone by.
Times we were together,
sharing sensitive dreams.
The perspective is quite clear inded.
Your criminal career by far out weighs
any love we could possibly share in the future.
Your missions of injustice cannot conceive
in us, a positive relationship that would
eventuate in marriage.
The pains of incarceration must therefore,
end our bogus affair completely…forever.
written by Joan Farley Nyobe
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Joan i really like that poem . It’s has a lot of feeling to it.
Incarceration
The far reaching arm of law and order catches up with the offender and justice is met as he is put behind the bars of a correction facility. He is kept busy by the regime of the facility. The physical fatigue numbs his mind and eventually his sensitivity. But the agony and aguish of one who is left out to face the life’s loneliness are immeasurable, unfathomable. She suffers in silence and that too for no fault of hers.
The impact of sufferings of separation is intensified, when night falls and one has to face the prospects of spending a long and lonely winter night on a cold bed. The thoughts of time spent together invade her mind like swarms the mosquitoes. The stings are singeing.
The question “WHY ME?”, harries and haunts.
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