From a jail house

I remember with deepening nostalgia In the dim light of jailed lives

The assorted colours of lunch boxes You brought forth with love and care To nourish this my jailed dying soul And replenish my dwindling being

Yet everything came to nought Poison kept feeding on my intestines Gnawing away at my sanity Clouding the clarity of my mind Shrinking the beauty of my reasoning

The other day i took you for a crawling maggot Out to drain my veins of all the blood

The lunch box you carried then was frightening It looked like the jet black of poisoned blood Which I thought you wanted infused into my body

You must not have talked to the prison guards For I was convinced you acted in connivance To make my stay in jail a stay in hell

How you smiled at them frightened my confidence All my courage flew away

And in settled great fear

For my beloved one so dear

Acting in cahoots with murderers