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Doing Time….
As I sit alone in my cell,
My mind starts to dwell,
On the fact that I’m still here
Trapped in my own hell.
Alone and imprisoned
By my own fear,
As I continue my sentence
Year after year.
My own prison I’ve built
Out of my own depression and shame,
Unwilling to forgive
I have only myself now to blame.
The foundation was laid
From my mistakes and bad choices,
Bonded and strengthened
By all the angry condemning voices.
The walls are built high,
Solid and stout
To insure that I never
Climb or break out.
Though my crimes were not evil
To be punishable by death
Sometimes I imagine it so
That I can breathe my last breath.
Loneliness and heartache
Are two things I know well,
Along with sorrow and pain
That keep me confined to my cell.
One day I may be pardoned
And finally set free,
From the emotional chains
That are now binding me.
When that day comes
Will I be reformed and made whole?
Or in this cell will I stay
Another condemned and lost soul?
I have a ton of advice and
I have a ton of advice and knowledge on this...and even many ideas that would help the issue...that I will keep very graciously to myself. Because there are so many "all knowing smarter people" who think they are doing the right thing in the current system. I curse the lies that hold them hostage to themselves.
But please keep writing!!! I love seeing poems on this subject!
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Another good one. Darn those
Another good one. Darn those walls we built to imprison ourselves. I'm a master craftsman, I've built really thick ones, with heavy chains for myself. Learning to tear them down slowly so I can break free. Getting better at it. Chains are a still little tight though.
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