A Prisonner... Poem by anthony fiji

A prisonner locked in a cage.
His life is soon controlled.
he's losing age sinking more into rage.
His life going to die just like a leaf will mold.

When he killed he thought he was the master.
No one can reach him he's in peace.
Now he's in darkness floating like casper.
he is nobody just under control of the police.

All he can do now is sit and weep.
He has nothing left not even a crumb of honor.
The pain & regrets are really deep.
Sleeping...eating in the same corner.

Now no need for any prayers.
Everyone can see his true colors &layers.
See, life is a smart game&that's what happens to dumb players.