Sister

I saw my sister today
On the 3rd floor of a prison
Caged in for all the world to see
She didn't recognize me
But I saw her
Ticking through time
Piecing together the puzzle
Puzzled at her circumstances
Pacing and Walking and Talking and Living
If living's what you call it
Oh, it tore my soul apart
Stomped my heart to pieces
Drained me dry and left me hanging
Yep, I saw my sister today

Perspective on the Poem: This poem was written after I saw the Juvenile range at the prison I work at. Of all the things I have seen in that prison, this was the only thing that brought me to the brink of tears. I have a sister the age of one of girls in that wing and tore me apart to see them locked up the way they are. Since they are minors, they are separated from the rest of the general population by law, so they only get to speak to each other ( there's only 3 or 4 of them), their teacher and the guards.