Seven Years

SEVEN YEARS It’s been seven years since I last saw stars Because of seven years behind iron bars Seven years of the horrible indoors Seven years of cleaning toilet floors Seven years which went by at a very slow pace I hated everything about that place I would rather die in a storm Than see myself wearing that uniform Seven years of being alone While sleeping on a bed as hard as stone A single night of utter madness Led to seven years in this fortress Fights, stabbings and murder on a daily basis My cell that was my only oasis Inmates constantly throwing up gang signs And if you are not careful you could be another’s valentines On the inside the horror that you get to see Might be better off getting the death penalty I have no bad feelings towards the Judge But against the system I will forever hold a grudge Seven years on the inside was no honey moon However I know I will be home soon I write to you dear friend Because tomorrow my seven years comes to an end