Doing Time
Sitting here day after day wondering and dreaming of what i left behind.
Not being able to communicate with the outside world.
Waiting and hoping for a visit or a call.
The days and nights seem to be lost forever.
Longing to see you or anyone to say hello.
The days pass by just counting the time till i will be set free.
free to come and go.
Not having to listen to the doors of our cell block slamming behind us as we walk through.
There is nothing compared to life behind bars.
Copyright © Carmella Hohner | Year Posted 2005
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