Christmas in a cage George Timbers

-Christmas in a Cage-

I am sitting here on Christmas Eve
Locked in a cage...
Stressed and depressed
in a deep daze,
Thinking of my family
and
my so called friends.
I'm being punished
for a life time of sins.
The Christmas songs and all the joyous smiles,
I think of the times when
I was a child.
The lights and excitement
and decorated trees.
I am begging and begging you, Lord,
Down on both knees.
Please take me away from what is reality
That I wish was a bad dream.
But it is true indeed
my heart is talking to you on Christmas Eve.
My tears are many and my pain runs deep.
And all I ask for is Peace in my sleep.
I'll be free in my sleep,
no more cuffs and brick walls.
I hear the golden trumpets from the angels
As they make their Christmas Calls.
I thank you so much, Lord, for blessing me to see
this day...But... I have a question; "Why did things have to be this way?"
Anyone who is in prison should know
how this makes a man feel.
I have turned into a poet
since being incarcerated,
So I am utilizing my skills
Hoping that I have managed to touch someone from here and beyond.
I shall shine again
like the Father and the Son...
because they are one.
Something people don't believe,
my blood is in these words on Christmas Eve...
I am here, so , I write
to escape
instead of showing a life time of rage...
It hurts, you see, to spend Christmas in a Cage.

George Timbers