Prison Trauma — Summary

In an exercise of Psychopathology Students are told To find A safe place And to go in

My home, your room In the forest Under a tree A hidden cave Quickly went out

My mind Crippled and entered Stayed there Never ever again Expected

Older and rumbly White washed patches Dirty big walls Three sides secured me

The heavy iron door Kept me watched And locked by the big key

I was safe and slept Shadows of inmates Shaded in and out

I was called To come slowly Out of the place

Stepped to the door Was not opened The jailor or the guard Was not near by

I was called Come to the present And to open my eyes From closed of my eyes Tears fell out Hid it I in

Opened my eyes Incredible sight Mind in the cell Broke the heart

Why did the mind Go there for a safe To escape from the death That was the place

It was not my choice Time gave the prize Darken days and nights Prolonged the life of death

Once in away Flash back to the past I am not allowed To forget my passage

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The poem begins with a classroom exercise: students of psychopathology are told to imagine a safe place and go inside it. The speaker tries the usual choices, such as a home, a room, a forest, a cave, but they vanish quickly. Instead the mind enters a prison cell, with dirty whitewashed walls, an iron door and a big key. Strangely, the speaker feels safe there and sleeps, while shadows of inmates drift past.

Then a voice calls the speaker back to the present. Tears fall from closed eyes, and the speaker hides them. On opening their eyes, the speaker sees that the mind has gone to the cell, and this breaks the heart. The poem asks why the mind would pick that place as an escape, since it was the very place of near death.

The mood is heavy and haunted. The speaker says the choice was not theirs, and that dark days and nights have stretched out a "life of death." Memory will not let them forget. The awkward, broken phrasing seems to echo the pain of the memory itself.

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