Prison pathos

Sworn away are the good days,
Now these damned days,
Where I scorn
And wish away hours in the dimmest light;
Here light fissures,
The spread is lax
And the pigments around me bleak,
Little light
Beckons me to sleep.

But I sleep so poorly
With dreams,
Nightmares
And seizures that offer short resort;
Here time abides by the chain,
Our footsteps groan
And each face is the same,
Vacant like bleach
And emptily tame.

We sip gruel like rodents,
Gummy gourmet,
Dumped for us
With sneers from the canteen staff;
Here standards are dismal,
Stomachs beg
And saliva lies forgotten by hunger,
Like our morals
Fading at a stutter.

Damnation littered in these halls,
Cruel men,
Crazy men
And then there’s the guilt;
Here monsters grow,
Sour seeds to sinful saplings
And the deforesting quip,
Giggling at us
As this sentence forever sticks.