World of the Forgotten
by Tammica L. Summers

 prison-life  prison-industrial-complex

When I pace my cage
in fear of the unknown
my body aches with rage
because civilization is gone.

I hear the keys jingle
as the C.O.’s walk along iron rail
up my spine I get a tingle
as they come closer to my cell.

I watch my back
these women can’t be trusted.
All they ever did was smoke crack
and they’re not psychologically adjusted!

I’m in a nightmare wide awake
and I stand alone.
I live in a place of heartache
somewhere in the twilight zone.

Something has to give
this place is so rotten.
Each and everyone of us here live
in the world of the forgotten!