Slim Chances. I'm Never Getting Out Of Here. Word.
Sighted As I Should B: Dealing With Pretty Much The Worst.
Night Has Me. Again, I'm Just Up Thinking On My Rack Well After Lights Out.
Hurt Over The Life I'm Missing Is Almost Gone. Up N Here Alone & Making It Pretty G.O.O.D.
G.O.O.D. Doing Pretty G.O.O.D. The Main Thing About Being N Jail. I've Been Here 4 Years & The Rest Of My Sentence Is A Bit Longer Than My Expected Years.
Thoughts Subtly Turn Into D.R.E.A.M.S. Thoughts Of Being Free, Getting Free. Freedom. Again, C Him Through Hole N Wall After Surviving Earthquake.
Lake Of Tranquility Takes Him Into The Best Part Of The Night 2 Cordially Submit 2 Tired.
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Author:
Broken Ankh (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 10th, 2022 11:46
- Comment from author about the poem: Just A Quiet Tale Of Incarceration.
- Category: Reflection
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Sensitive write, J.W.
'Quiet Tale of Incarceration"
You have the title of a fine epic poem there or a novel.
Thanks, My Friend. Peace, Love, & Blessings Eternally.
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