Not at all happy with the title..very lame..but anyway..I wanted to say a LOT in this poem but I have serious doubts if this poem says it all...honest feedback is kinda necessary coz I'm seriously considering a rewrite...would hate for such a complex theme to go wasted.. I'm just another sinner in a prison black walls and steel bars have become cozy now this solitary confinement: my home somehow but when I look out those steel bars it's freedom I smell.. How each sunrise and sunset have a story to tell! This warden it seems somehow has taken pity on me He thinks justice was too harsh and would like to set me free Though ironic a place it is to find sympathy, I'm sure you could not even imagine what freedom means to me.. So the warden merely points to this loosely held brick he smiles and my paranoia awakens but I don't care if it's a trick But I stop halfway for I know that isn't my way out though freedom is a few steps away I know vindication comes with a price to pay.. So I'm just another sinner in a prison black walls and steel bars have become cozy now this solitary confinement: my home somehow..