cell – Smith Shine Poetry

Flames of Holiness

I didn’t know loneliness had a sound.Then the prison door slammed,locked. Isolation vibrated up through the ground.The world left but the pain stayed throughout the night.Hours dripped slowly from the ceiling. I crave them like a lover, her skin… I invite.No Priest – So the cold steel bars hear the whisper of my confession.Time slowsContinue reading “Flames of Holiness”

Remembering

Feels like I’ve been here so long. So I strain to think back, to when things weren’t so wrong. But all I see is my hands cuffed in a sweatbox. So I strive even harder, trying to forget about locks. No! I’m in a cold court cell and like a scared snail, I retreat aloneContinue reading “Remembering”

Keeping Faith

I am unsure why, when I’m alone in this cell, I start to dwell, on heaven and hell. Much I have lost within these four walls, lost, gone, insignificant to all. Wanting right now, as my mind is dense. In this hole, this hole of belligerence. Salvation from above can it really rescue me? beforeContinue reading “Keeping Faith”