poetry by j matthew waters

natural born killers

do you see my face
how it’s changed over the years
behind these bars
my eyes are barely visible

nobody here knows my name
nobody’s available
to interpret my dreams

I talk to myself without speaking
a stark reminder how
it’s always been this way

back in the day I never slept
but now it seems that’s all I do

back in the night
I roamed the city streets
blasted by light
both inside & out

fully packed & constantly aware
I look for a place to be alone

so here I am doing time
alongside natural born killers
learning from the second best
& taking from all the rest

august two thousand twenty-two
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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