Prison cell. Image: Pixabay
‘Confined’: A poem about the tolls of prison life
Bandile Ntuli was incarcerated in Pollsmoor Correctional Centre. He participated in a restorative justice programme while inside prison.
Prison cell. Image: Pixabay
Confined
Standing in line filled with worries nearly stripped of all hope in a way I kinda came to vote, all the choices I should have taken note that one off these days it would have brought me to this cold and dark place.
Confined by walls and bars, I face trials beyond my imagination now compelled within this hopeless realm filled with broken angels and pointless salvation, I feel my heart not skipping a beat but jumping towards my throat.
Feel no less than a hunted animal as they gaze upon me as a piece of long-awaited order of meat as they whistle as I walked on buy with their eyes set on me as if I were a prize.
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