Only One Can Judge Poem by Jacque Hardison

'Locked inside this private hell.
My cage has its rust and starting to smell.
Everything seems hopeless.
The mentality of mine begins to stress.

No way out, no future
Since we had our departure.
I felt as if it was for the best.
The time is now near, with no place to rest.

I have forsaken the good.
Quite frankly I was misunderstood.
Gave in to evil.
The taste of pain made me ill.

To you I am nobody,
As if I thought I was somebody.
Individuals may surpass me,
However only you can set it free.

By 'It' I mean evilness,
Not only that, but wickedness.
The time has come for me to go.
I do not know where, only you know.

Lead me into the gates.
The way to freedom with reborn faiths.
Only one can judge.
Hopefully you do not hold any grudge.'