Its dark and about 3: 00am
everything is quiet, hours past
about 6: 00 or 7: 00 in the morning
the sun's rays invade the lifeless,
slumbered cell, & with the dew's
soft whispering alarms, so is the echoing cursed-enchanting
screams flooding through the cell unit, the whole penitentiary
the walls paint a picture of violence, pain, anger, fear, shame, and false accusations
this is a prisoner's tale
I've seen it all 'in the eyes in the inmates
I've heard it all in the echoing halls
I'm a prisoner
and this is a prisoner's tale
j.v.Boyd
jeffrey boyd
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-prisoner-s-tale/
