I am underneath a mountain of deeds,
heavy and with grime it is,
insects teetering on it with their antlers held high.
There is a little gleam of the jubiliant sun,
hard on the plains, but never seeming to look at me.
ever glowing like the fireball of faith.
Not able to put down the mountain,
Not able to enjoy the sun, I am,
Not able to rid the insects that scurry into me.
As time passes by,
the mountain arches high,
burdening me down into the earthen plains.
The beings I meet,
heap more trash onto it,
they ride down with their valleys, after a maniacal laugh.
they riot into my life,
plunging deep into me,
bringing the thousand insects in me into light.
while their's crawl right onto their faces.
The song-like breeze riding gently on the plains,
pat me to a smile, dampening my woes.
While I plunder into my thoughts,
beseeching for the lost memory in time,
I find nothingness, sheer nullity.
My happiness is lost in mere faith of seeing light,
the beings expounding my crime,
in deploy, against me.
I am thrashed behind rusted bars,
in company with more insects and their possessors,
while their insects ride onto me, slithering into my woes.
I implore to the almighty, the forgiving child in heaven,
to be rid of my bloodied robes, to have clean hands,
while he sits there serenely devoid of my pleads.
Tears brim in my eyes,
flowing unto my cheek, penetrating my wounds,
while I find a new savior in me, remorse.
- A convict behind bars