February 18, 2012
by Sal Rodriguez
The following poem comes from an inmate at Utah State Prison’s Draper supermax unit. Initially convicted of a non-violent drug offense, for which he was sentenced to five years in prison, he has been held in isolation for more than three years. He is also corresponding for an upcoming Solitary Watch article on the practice of solitary confinement in Utah. He is held in his cell 46 hours and 45 minutes straight before being allotted 75 minutes to shower and use the phone…
Isolated tension so thick you can see it, feel it when you walk into our section, or hear it if you stop and pay attention.
Intense anger and open fury evoked by constant frustration. Hidden cries and silent tears from hopes of false delusions.
Shattered dreams and broken promises from Men who played against reality, or some just out here on some type of adversity.
Still, the outcome is the same, a cell designed for my undeclared torture, for an inconceivable amount of time intended deep within the future.
Forty-six hours in a single cell with the very minimal needs given, while my sanity and well-being is constantly in a struggle of being taken.
Suffering from the hands of time that seem to never turn, while anticipating some type of unfulfilling yearn.
Sentenced to this heinous life like a chaotic scream! Stranded in a prison within a prison, designed with immorality.