Insanity

Confined;

just me

and my thoughts,

echoing.

Is my voice

mine?

Hallucinations

barge in,

when needed

they disappear.

Time warps,

reality and dream

converge.

Awake,

night or day?

Asleep,

day or night?

On the brink of insanity;

decomposing alive

in a coffin

labelled:

‘Solitary Confinement.’

~

I got the inspiration for this after watching the first episode of Mind Field. Isolation is a killer and harmful to not just the brain, but to the physical body. It does not make sense that we deprive people out of the basic need of senses or social contact. Poor sleep and diets are also harmful, and most of our prisons are designed to worsen someone’s condition. I refuse to believe that solitary confinement for prolonged periods can be a benefit to anyone. If we want inmates to come out reformed, we need to treat them with respect, like they are living creatures (yes, animals deserve respect too). Sensory stimuli are basic human rights. For those who are interested, here is the first episode to Mind Field:

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My newest poetry collection is available on Amazon (paperback) and Kindle (e-book). Read more about it at Welcome to the Sombre Days.

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