Prison

The sands of time shift slowly here, the passage of the clock unseen but greatly magnified.

The time measured by feedings and counts, marching on ever so slowly measured by the beat of my heart.

Strands of razor wire slowly rusting in the baking sun, brown shirts with power, the overseers of the place.

The program and its convict minions, the lunatics in charge of the asylum,

Reaching out to alter minds, needed or not, my sentence if I refuse is death.

Death in another prison, at the hands of the flesh takers.

The price I pay for defending my life, time taken from my innocent soul.

The evil I fought was strong and has won the first battle, the war is not over though.

As long as my heart beats and my lungs breathe, I shall fight for what is right and good.

My responsibility to the future is strong, I fight to survive as is my nature.