A year has passed,
A year since the night that caused all the trouble.
She sits on her bed,
Her shaky fingers run the surface of the metal frame.
Her eyes stare at the white walls.
Almost a year since she had been found guilty.
Almost a year since she had been sentenced to twelve years in prison.
She runs her hand across the bruises on her face,
She had stopped one beast,
And did her time getting beat by another.
The fellow prisoner who had taken an instant disliking to her.
She could her shouts and screams coming from another cell,
The guards rushing past her own room,
Running towards her distraction.
She had planted a pack of cigarettes,
Belonging to one woman in another’s cell.
She took her shirt off,
Leaving her vest to cover her upper body.
She tied the shirt around the firm light fixture in the ceiling,
Wrapping her neck in the shirt.
She stepped off her bed.
She felt his fingers on her neck.
She embraced them,
As she slipped away,
And was greeted by angels.
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The Big Book of Poems
PoetryThis is my big book especially for poems. I will keep adding to it, and hopefully you'll enjoy the poems I write. I'll try to write about different things, but everything here is written to express my thoughts and feelings.
