I was not accused.

I did not slaughter someone.

I did not go to court for a trial.

And I was not given a sentence.

All I want was to provide my family a good life.

I want my children to go to school

and my wife not bothered of what to spend.

And I want to pay forward my parents.

Here I am in this room,

white, cozy, cool, but mute.

What I hear is my whisper and

what I have are my tired PC and mobile.

This prison has no bars and padlocks.

But a space beyond reach.

A feeling more than longing,

an exceeding sadness.