In two weeks time I'll finally be free.
Free of these walls in this penitentiary.
Strange to say but i'll miss this place.
And all the banter with my cellmates.
Truth be told I shouldn't be here.
I'm a failed magician. I can't disappear.
In a foreign prison, in chilly Warsaw.
I guess I'm to blame for breaking the law.
But a wise man once said.
"Rules are meant to be broken".
Kinda makes sense when the rules are unspoken.
Above all else,
I yearn to see the family.
I'm sure the feeling's mutual.
Though none have come to visit me..
Enough of the sorrow.
I must be brave.
If not for my safety.
Then for my son, Dave.
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Life And Conflict
PoetryIs life what you had hoped it would be? Maybe you had envisioned going out in glory? Through poetry I will try to explain that it's not too late to go out all guns blazing..! These poem's will tackle life and conflict. Both the Gl...
