Walk With Me

I have grown so accustom to the life that i lead, the government providing me the things that i need, my bed in a bundle ,my food in a tray, my only moments of struggle are times that i pray. It has not been so easy for the kids i left behind, they are the true victims of my selfish life of crime. And what of the hurt and pain ive caused my family, I left an empty space to fill , where my face used to be. I choose to write to convicts , instead of those i love, where i can choose the topics and ignore the pain i've caused. I've learned to sing through lonliness, i'm hard with gentle smiles, i always hug with open fists, halls mark a million miles, the truth behind all of it, this has been home for quite awhile, And i dont think i'm ready yet, to face my life, myself, i prefer to stay a prisoner, locked in this hard , cold cell. For beyond these walls awaiting me . IS A BIGGER HOTTER HELL