Deep thoughts, emotions, feelings, paper and pen has drawed me to sit and write on this table… Expressing myself is not easy, yet I’m going to write a poem close to unforgettable… I’m locked in a person that’s stranded in a society of its own… The calendar is the reason I’m understanding how long I’ve truly been gone…
Being forced to get used to and live in a prison that’s built steel and solid stone… The fact that I’m only able to contact through calls, letters, and visits is hard on its own… The average person’s mentality is who’s out of sight is out of mind…But the reality of what causes me hurt and pain is being locked up and alone doing time… Where are all the people who claimed to be my real true friends?… Because now in days no one writes, take calls, or visit a so called true friend… Most people have turned their backs, while those who stayed slowly fade away… Times steady ticking, days losing track, while my mind’s lost deep in this maze… You’re like the only one standing in my corner while I’m in this ring fighting for life… As the world keeps turning, I’m understanding that freedom has no limit price… My words on this paper is my mind speaking out louder than sound… My world has three doorways, one in, one out, with option six deep underground… I’m a warrior fighting refusing this hell for I was born free to be bound… I try not to worry at least you’re still by my side and know that I’m still hanging around…
