Novel & Cerita Prisoners Poems

“You are a funny one.” And with that, he drags me out of my cell, past the prison chambers of many others who stare at me with hollow eyes and thin flailing arms. “Save us…” they whisper through parched lips and sunken cheeks. “Save us….” I stare at them in horror as I am dragged away in my chains, kicking and screaming. How can I save them when I cannot even save myself? Many times over, I stumble and fall onto the soiled muddy ground only to be yanked up and dragged again.

Secured and in their grasps, the Officers pat me down – more like groped me- before dragging me to the back of a transport van alone and left in the dark with my fate unknown. ♔ That is how I become prisoner number five-zero-five-four. There was no trial, no Judge to decide my fate. To the law, I am an unwed fertile female in need of correcting. I needed a strict hand to guide me in becoming a proper female for society. With a sigh, I find that I am last to line up with the other and take a chance to look at the girls in the corridor. Many are like me, here for petty theft or burglary hoping to make a living and find some form of escape from the hell called the Capitol Slums. After our meal,

A prisoner's life is a life of no freedom. Each day, I woke up in the same place and performed the same thing. There is no room for dreams or hopes in a place like this. But still, I couldn't stop myself from dreaming, from hoping that maybe one day I will be free again. If God says that one day I will be free, then I will live to see that day. And even when I finally am free, this fear will linger on, the fear of people and their cruel actions. The tears would not stop as I walked again in slow motion to my cell.

Larry froze: "I don't want it, and I can't take it, it's against the rules." "Don't you want to join the team?" Alex tilted her head and looked at Larry. "How can we withhold all these stuff, what about the prisoners?" Larry argued: "This is a big injustice in this prison, it is to be suspended and investigated." "You don't have a way out now." "Don’t I?" Larry said. "Really? Look, what is this?" Alex handed a laptop to Larry. When he opened it, there was a video of a man and woman entwined, both of them without clothes on.

“Orders are orders.” Orders. The word slices through me. Did Dylan do this? Did he really command his men to beat me, to bind me like I’m nothing more than a criminal? Or are these soldiers so corrupted by him they no longer know decency from cruelty? They shove me into the back doors of a van, the ropes cutting deeper as my body slams against cold metal. My head spins, pain radiating from every strike. I barely register when the door opens again and more prisoners are forced inside. Their scent hits me—weak, malnourished, broken. Omegas.

I dug my nails into my palm to stay awake, then crawled to the door, leaving a trail of blood, and started pounding on it. "Please!" I yelled. "I need a doctor!" Nothing. "Please!" I slammed the door with all my strength. "My baby is coming..." My voice was raw when a guard finally answered, bored. "Save your breath. Ornella's about to pop. You can see a doctor after she's done." "But the baby will die..." "Then that's what you deserve. An eye for an eye." I collapsed, my body freezing cold. So that's what this was. In their eyes, my baby's death was payment for my sins.

Prisoners kept there slowly lost their minds from isolation alone. “You will never again walk beneath the sun,” the elder said calmly. “You will never again shift. You will never again know freedom. You will spend every remaining day of your existence alone in darkness until death finally claims you.” Liora broke. A strangled sob escaped her lips as tears poured down her face uncontrollably. “No…” she whispered weakly. “Please…” But nobody pitied her. Not after what she tried to do. Not after the poison. Not after she tried to kill me.

It beat, brewed, and spewed up the way-sides, through the brothels that neared the prisons to give it a mystical omening poison and finally landed in the openings, oppressing the inmates, giving them all a farewell taste of the world yonder. Each four walls held an offender and then another four walls. But the feeling they got here was enough to rob them of sleep all through the night. They would watch the night gaining stars and the moon setting above the clouds and in another moment the sun would rise from the horizon, and it was all too quick an experience that life absorbed so much meaning. The fear of death kept them alive. The fear of knowing exactly the moment of death, as if looking

'' one of his fellow prisoners asked in the dark. The prison was actually a former dungeon of lions, a sign that the ruling family weren't as saintly as they claimed to be. Although Biyako wasn't thinking that they were entitled to some mercy because of their sins, they at least deserved some humanity. The dungeon stank of feces and rats were running to and fro across the cold stone ground. The space was so small but there were at least a dozen of them. He was shoved in here with murderers, arsonists, pyschopaths, and other criminals who were far worse than him.

"We are ready to get out of this disgusting place." The news hit them all at once; they didn't expect that kind of information. The dream of someday getting out of prison was one that all three teenagers shared, life was hard behind the thick bars, and it was even harder if you were there unfairly. The three boys could only imagine five percent of what the world was like and the freedom of living in it. "It's impossible to get out of here, Jack," Annette's dry voice brought everyone back to reality. "It's not," he affirmed "this time, it's going to work," and he assured with a slight smile.