Ramblings of a restive mind....

I am drenched in the addiction of poetry as that is my only relief
What an irony ? Me who has never believed in the power of words but the power of fist
Left in the company and crutch of words today
I am a man trapped not only in being but in soul
Bearing the burden of my cross every single moment
If time would allow I would reverse its course
Again, would i be able to think with the clarity & conviction i do today?
I realize as i sit in this dark corner
Staring at the clouds drift by through my cell window
I understand so many things clearly today
But all lies futile as my life is in tatters
And i have myself with my mundane verses for my company
But not a soul to hear a nobody's ruminations

~A,being in somebody else's shoes