Prison Heartache

My home is one of heartache; A place of stone.
Just one cell, my place in hell, and here I sit alone.
       For my crime I pay with time where no man wants to be.
I smell the fear, shed a tear and pray the Lord will look after me.
       My body cramps from the cold and damp that chills me to the bone,
And though I'm forced to stay here now...This place will never be my home!
       A small error in my life, never to descend down that road again.
At times I rage, pace my cage, and terror is my friend.
       My pain I try and conceal,
but loneliness sets in for the kill as I listen to the click of metal locks!
       The scrape of feet upon concrete, as guards patrol the blocks.
Convicts knives take human lives, no place holds more danger!
       The passing days behind the wall...Each man remains a stranger.



Note:  My dark days are almost over!  Next year I will be home!  You guys can 
view pixs of me on "Facebook" and "myspace" (Jimmy Anderson)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Chircop Avatar
March 11, 2010 at 4:01 PM
Heartfelt poem Jimmy..I know its a bad situation,maybe from that time you can make the most of it..maybe help other inmates to write,read,or just listen to them..from every dark dark patch,,there is always light going through..you have loads of it,share it..May God bless you and your days will be over soon,hold on to the SUNSHINE--Charma
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March 10, 2010 at 11:22 AM
This could be the lyrics to a song by John Cash or Marty Robbins. Wow! It is really good, Jimmy. Stay with it! Keep clean and keep your head up! This, too, will pass. Best wishes to you and remember, you'll walk out to another life-the rest of your life. Regards, Gerard.
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March 10, 2010 at 11:15 AM
Thank you for sharing your excellent poetry with us today Jimmy. Have a wonderful day. Love, Carol
Haick Avatar
March 10, 2010 at 10:17 AM
My heart is broken today, as I read this, Jimmy...all I can ask of you is to hold on...see the light at the end of the tunnel...you're almost at your real home, JAM...in the mean time, I hold you in my heart...love, your Peanut butter *
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