a poem by Joseph Chukwudiegwu Osita, Nigeria

Here, in a boredom of my broken heart, I dwell
Shrouded with grief as time stands still in my cell.
Staring blank walls as heavy-feet days go bye.
In the dark chamber of my thoughts, I feel I will die

Here, where haunting silent champions my broken soul
And imaginations of my freedom dare not console
I shall stay, forever haunted by thoughts of my innocence
As my captor's death chains grow more dense

Here, in death's ocean of nightmare I am laid,
Breathing with despair, the death's choice of the year, they said.
How I wish the truth is like a blazing sun,
My captors would know I am an innocent one

Here, where dark ceilings dare not communicate
I have nurtured a double decade brought by hate.
As stories of crime I did not commit perch on national dailies
The pulse of my heart shrinks on daily basis

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