(This poem I had written while incarcerated in prison in the year 2005. This will be #1 in a series of Prison Poems that I plan to publish here.)
Trapped in a wasteland of lost souls
Scars from tortured lives have taken their toll
Beautifully tragic, by demons I was molested
Fed on my flesh, weak I was tested
Wisdom sometimes comes from pain
It is what we must endure in order to gain
Out of hell, I will never be the same
But the scars on my flesh will always remain
My teacher is life, forever I AM the student
Use my time wisely, this is prudent
Music of my my soul plays through my heart
A bright new outlook on life, a fresh start
Coming out from the darkness
Into the light, refined as a new man
But the scars on my flesh will always remain………….
Moe is the founder of GnosticWarrior.com. He is a father, husband, author, martial arts black belt, and an expert in Gnosticism, the occult, and esotericism.
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