The loneliest day involved pain.
No, agony.
What's the difference when its hurts so bad that the back of my eyes burn from the sobbing?
Cold, uninviting concrete was where I was to lay my head that night.
It was all I had.
Everything taken with one fell swoop of a gavel.
My clothes replaced by an orange jumpsuit.
My shoes, oh my shoes, replaced by "bruce lee's".
My name shortened to "B.Hof"
My life taken away.
I can hear the others in the vents talking, all I want to do is scream.
I keep my silence hoping the pain will go away. It doesn't.
The longest most lonely most agonizing most torturous most painfilled day of my life turned into a week.
A week of Hell.
The pain magnified by the fact that if I did not talk I would be put back in my cell.
What a cold cell it was. Every time I returned to it, I could not help but sob.
Silence was my friend. The only friend in a dungeon full of enemies.
A week turned into a month.
Oh, what a painful month.
Pain came physically as well. From the trip falling on my face breaking my nose, to the brawl out on the basketball court.
Submission, Dominance, and Power was all that mattered here.
Greed for these things only drove us mad.
Oh, the madness. Chewing on our brains. Causing more damage than its worth!
Leave me be demonic beast! Leave my aspiring mind at rest!
Alas, I am freed. Oh joyous freedom! Stay with me forever!
Freedom is taken for granted. Remember this poem before you go off and do something stupid.
Author notes
This is a feeling piece about my time in Juvenile Hall. Yes I was in Juvie. Think before you act.
Written October 11th, 2006
A contest entry
- Love Me, Hate Me, Love Nature, Love yourself. by sluha.
530 points, ended April 20, 2007, 14 entries
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wow this is a very full piece... I mean it is packed with meaning... I like the when you said that one day turned into a weak and one weak turned into a month... those lines truly demonstrate how time passes by even though it takes forever to pass when we look back upon it we can't tell how time happened... but yeah from those lines that I liked I couldn't understand your title... I mean I would understand if the piece was only about one day, but since it was about more than one day I think it would be more appropriate to name the piece something more than just a day... and plus putting no not the SOAD song is kind of... well it takes away from the mood of the piece... and plus you don't want people to confuse your piece with a dumb popular song... so in that respect I would advice a more clever title... but besides that this is a very nice piece... not sure if it really fits in the contest but thanks for the entry and good luck in the contest.
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its a good perspective to look at from prison sort of way i like it
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Good
This poem is very sad but true, people take forgratted the freedom that we have, great write, thank you for sharing and keep them coming.
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So much passon and drama. Keep up the great work.
-Alastor
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awsome poem and thanks for the tip. anyways keep up the dam good work. what did you do to get into juvie?
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WOW!!!!!
glad i introduced you to this. thats crazy i loved this piece it speaks if only the reader will listen. its nice to finally see someone writing true stories in their poems besides me. every event in life is another poem waiting to be written and every lesson in life is a quote to be remembered(me stephanie i just made that one up.) funny how things can just come to mind.
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