Corrections Department
They are the most
Smoothly ungracious
Thief of time
Those gray walls
That steal the
Only thing that
I have left
How long to go
To hold on the longing
And how many times
Can the song bird
In my chest
Forget to sing
And still be there
To see again the
Yellow of dawn
Brown uniforms, and blue shirts
Blue suits, and brown days
The thinnest slice
Of fate separates
Us from you
God I hope
I come back soon
To the land of life
Before the color runs
From my veins
Into the dust of the
Exercise yard
Green dresses and blue skies
Blue moods and green fields
You all wait for me
Like an itch
Lying face down
In a pool of memories
Trying not to drown
Heartaches were full
When my pockets were empty
Everyone was talking at me
And I was trying not to listen
All the while spending
Easy money trying to be
What I was not
Hell, I only wanted
To be just like you
And now those grays walls
Are my now secret friend
And your unknowing bitter enemy
Your pockets are empty
And my belly is full
With all that
It cost you to steal from me
The heartaches that chase
Us all from under
Those gray skies
Lives on and waits
There in those
Same streets for you
Look closely for it
It lives close to the ground
Underneath your quiet mind
Is a sound that echoes in
Your footsteps
Is how I talk to you
When you are there
And I am here
But you can’t step over it
No more than
I can step over these walls
Your time waits
Somewhere for you
Copyright © Johnnie Hynson | Year Posted 2015
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