Looking out my window.
Staring at the clear blue sky.
Thinking about the days ahead and
The coming sentence I must serve.

In solitary confinement,
The confusion my mind must endure by
Dealing with mistakes of the past,
The pain my heart must bear from
Damaging wounds that have not healed.

The punishment is a life sentence,
To relive the memories
Of a broken relationship,
All due to the crime of love.

Published by David W. Jones

David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television. View all posts by David W. Jones