A Prisoner’s Lamentation

A Prisoner’s Lamentation

Behind cold iron bars, confined and subdued,
Gypsy Rose laments, her heart feeling imbued,
Blaming ‘The Act,’ for exposing her plight,
In prison walls, where darkness replaces light.

The show that unfolded, her life on display,
Without her consent, a pawn in their play,
No voice, no consent, no payment in sight,
Betrayed and forsaken, her spirit takes flight.

Her truth twisted, distorted for the world’s gaze,
Her story dissected, a never-ending maze,
She yearns for justice, for her truth to be told,
In the depths of despair, her spirit stays bold.

The cameras may captivate, enthrall every eye,
Yet within these prison walls, her soul softly cries,
A plea for compassion, for understanding true,
Gypsy Rose’s voice, silenced, in her world askew.

In the absence of choice, in a life torn apart,
She longs for solace, for a fresh, hopeful start,
Her spirit, resilient, yet burdened with strife,
In this heart-wrenching saga, she seeks redemption in life.