Life in PrisonA Poem by John ByrdI am like a fortress you can’t tell what’s
going on inside of me I like to keep it all
in overflowing my cup runneth over but I lock it in the
cellar I gave my thoughts
time in prison but they committed no crimes...
Maybe I’m scared People will run away
from me. Look at me like I’m a
monster. So I play Jekyll and
Hyde. But I’m only Hyde in
the shadows. Only I see him emerge. A dark hideous
creature Or it could just be my
imagination….
I think I’m scared Of getting too close
to people. So if I lose them it
won’t hurt so much. Always prepared for
loses instead of gains. Maybe someone will
mean a lot to me And I won’t lose them. Every woman I let get
close to me and trust in Leaves…
I have only opened up
to them And these cell walls I
mark up With my pain and fears. They have visitation
rights To the jail cell. They only visit, they never stay. The women are
temporary. The cell walls lasts
forever… © 2014 John ByrdFeatured ReviewReviews
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