everything is over now
here in prison, time is slow.
my boy! this oppressive steel
slowly, gently, kills a person.
look, I don't long for
freedom no more.
YOU ARE READING
Shattered Dreams and Scarred Pages
PoetryO my unknown friend, These pages hold my heart and soul, The emotions within, my story to unfold. My forgotten songs, once buried deep, Will resurface now, no longer asleep, In the season of pain, they were written, A poet's heart, young and smitten...
Prison
everything is over now
here in prison, time is slow.
my boy! this oppressive steel
slowly, gently, kills a person.
look, I don't long for
freedom no more.
