Look through the bars of the cell.
Look through the empty Shell
Of a man who lost his way,
In a lovely little town somewhere far away.
Ignore the walls, covered with one name.
Ignore the scribbles ''Jane Jane Jane''.
Don't pay attention to his bloodshot eyes.
Don't pay attention to his muffled cries.
Be fooled by his one tattooed arm.
Be a fool and think he could ever do harm.
A man too broken for words to be spoken,
Got arrested for murdering his wife.
Be blind to the fact she was his life.
Be oblivious to the fact that a man so humble,
Is easy to let stumble.
See her as a number, she has no name.
Forget all about ''Jane Jane Jane''.
YOU ARE READING
It's a journal
Poetry''Instead of blades, I use pens, but it is still my blood covering the pages.'' Comment or like if I have helped or inspired you. Also if you are having trouble or you are feeling down, Feel free to talk to me. I might not be able to take the pain...
