2 Poems by Dylan Breen

Prison

Prison, a waterfall of tears

Where your soul and skeleton are trapped between steel bars

Where a wall stands between your freedom

Where tattoos and crimes will beat you down until you’re afraid to cry

Where tense poison fills your dreams and the coldest sweat breaks your skin

Where you’re nothing but guilty until your prayers give you innocence

Where you look in the mirror and see a total stranger that you’re ashamed of

Someone who you aren’t and want to change

Prison is a punishment to those who look past rules and slam them with a hammer

It’s a place where the only things that matter are your mistakes

Where your lies crawl up your spine and your good deeds are wiped off as if they’d

Never existed

Prison is a place where at dawn when you open your eyes you see cold stone ceiling and men in orange scowling at you for no reason because they are being looked down upon too

They don’t have a reason to smile

It’s a place where knowing how to read or count money or recite the ABC’s doesn’t 

matter

Prison, the reality of a nightmare

Fate Baking In The Oven

The rebel beneath your belief

The words you throw for rightness

The curses you spread in hate

The prayers you give in worship

The battles you stir up

The life you give

The beauty you stare at

The glow of color in your path

The final line you draw

The fists you reject

The bravery in your eyes

The fate you bake in your oven

Is your own

The whispers of wisdom that tell you your fate is sealed

The lies spread through their horrid breath

The first time you wept

The first step you took

The first breath you drew

To that moment the recipes of your fate have started to grind

But not till the moment you close your soul to the fatally ill world

Where many have been blinded from peace and justice

Not until then has your fate been sealed