Every day I am surrounded by this invisible prison. In truth, I don’t know if I am guilty or innocent?
No matter where I go, it follows me like an unwanted shadow that I don’t want in my life.
Men stare at me with ridiculed looks on their faces. They don’t even know me, so why are they doing it?
Not even that glorious eternal sun shines on me- all I see are dark clouds hanging over me and heavy rains coming down on my frame.
What happened to innocent until proven guilty? I guess not in my life. In my mind, I was born guilty.
What crime did I commit? People already swung that judgement sword at me. What was their reason for doing so?
What about their shortcomings and failures in this life.
Do I assume that they are born so-called perfect I don’t think so? That invisible prison has now become like one massive burned to me with no relief no matter what I do.
Even the coffee I love tastes like filthy drain water. I don’t even want to mention the food- it is unappetizing- that not even a beggar would eat it.
My bed is the timeless sands of Mother Nature with not even a blanket to keep me warm.
The heavens that were once open to me are now closed for good, or is it?
That prison is dragging me down to the very fiery depths of hell where there is no reprieve for me.
Is this my final fate in this life even though I don’t believe in it.
Today that invisible prison still surrounds me.