Thursday, March 27, 2014

TOWER

They locked me in this tower
To think about my crimes
The tower has a story
I've heard it lots of times


They say when people come here
It plays upon their nerves
That every man who stays here
Will get what he deserves


For me it was a cellmate
In noticeable pain
Who claimed his former cellmate
Had driven him insane


He said this other person
Provoked him day and night
Berating him with insults
And forcing him to fight


I said he could relax now
And set aside those fears
I found some toilet paper
To wipe away his tears


He smiled and said the last man
Was not at all like me
Just then the tower guards came
And said we both were free


My cellmate left before me
Embracing our new fate
I stopped to ask the guards first
About his last cellmate


I asked why such behavior
Was something they'd condone
They said until I came here
My cellmate was alone


They said he'd been a tyrant
Before his time inside
The tower caused his madness
And took away his pride


Through me he learned compassion
The power that it had
My crime had been self-hatred
I learned I'm not so bad


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