It was a day of such sorrow

No longer a tomorrow

A day so long it felt like years

Every strong soul reduced to tears

No longer a sun to light the day

A sadness overwhelming is all

That I could say

My finger was there

But no one could pull it

I did my best

But no longer could hold it

From out of my ass

It came like a bullet

It was so fucking bad

It gave a bald man a mullet

From out of the store

They all ran so fast

Cleared fucking Meijer

With the smell of my ass

Never again a White castle meal

If you don't want the fucking

Paint on your walls to peel

Yours truly...

The skies of grey consume our joy...

The rain drops wash the concrete of

Yesterday's sun...

It is said that April showers--

Bring May flowers; but not in here

They bring only the slowest of

Motion and emotion

As the gates closed behind me

So did my heart, kindness, my happiness

The essence of the devil's breath

Flood the prison yard, as I remain

A fox amongst the wolves, and sometimes

A shepherd amongst the sheep

The hour glass seems to consist

Of the dampest grains of sand

Hardly fighting its way through the

Reservoir of the glass

The faces of people come and

Go, yet never making it very far...

As the farthest part of the state

Is practically right next door for

Us prisoners

It's so strange...

Days of the week no longer matter

Anymore, so please, let us know

What year it is from time to

Time, and please, don't abandon

Us...remain always a friend

Even if we don't deserve it

Anymore, if anything--

We may deserve to be humble

To you, we may deserve the guilt

For whatever impact we may

Have caused

Answer our calls...

Even if you have nothing

To say, because it may be

The sweetest of silence that one

Has ever heard...

        Sincerely...Inmate 693364--Property and Prisoner of The Michigan Department of Corrections