Lonely Incarceration

In hollow prisons,
In my lonely incarceration,
I begin to scratch and break,
I feel my body shatter,
From the bruises,
From the loss,

Wounded by hollow wounds,
Pistols filled with accusations,
Probed to the point of rapture,
I pulsate inside and out,
I scream and shout,

I hold onto bars of metal,
Sleep on beds of stone,
In my lonely incarceration,
I know that that I am truly alone.

By Sarfraz Ahmed © Copyright 2020