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
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