Nightmare

What I was feeling during a riot, while having a stroke at a juvenile prison I worked at.

The alarm sounds and I take one step and fall
Filled with fear, at that moment I've never felt so small

Trying to figure out what had just happened and why
Wondering if I will make it out and trying not to cry

Reaching for my radio so I could get some help
I will never forget the evil eyes as the beating caused me to yelp

Trying to move away just to get out of their sight
Too late now, another kick, a punch, a stab, it's time to fight

Feeling something smash hard directly into my face
Spitting out the blood and teeth thinking what the f**k is wrong with this place

Watching as the sharp objects pierce deep into my flesh
Again and again it enters me as I begin to feel like a piece of mesh

I start thinking that I have finally reached the end
Something deep inside yells keep fighting it's not your time dear friend

I take a deep breath and battle back with every ounce of might
I may have looked like a warrior, but I was only fueled by fright

It wasn't their fault I kept telling myself about these kids filled with rage
It was society's fault for throwing them all into this dirty cage

As darkness began to fill my eyes I saw a juvenile face
He told me don't worry Sergeant Chambers I'll get you out of this place

I remember feeling the sun on my skin as he dragged me to the gate
I then let the tears flow alongside the blood and let God decide my fate