Poem -
PRISON
Oh why, Oh why
Why me? a question with blank answers
This place is not for me
But being accused for something i did not do but witness is worse
That day I stood there on that stand pleading
Pleading for my life for the sake of my children
Emotions take over my body, my soul
Not knowing if they've eaten or have been clothed
Or had a place to keep comfort kills me more
My life's over
There's nothing left to live for but...
But because of them I have to wipe myself off and stand
Now i'm stuck in here for years I can't even come to count
For something I did not doĀ
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Hello A.ILUNGA...
Welcome to Cosmo!
I find it awfully strange how crimes are committed decades ago by the famous and not...
They go on with their careers and all of a sudden victims come out of the woodwork...
It takes about a time for them to say after 30 years they were innocent...
The innocent has probably got too old to have children, to have a life and they say well look at how much money they got...
A few million dollars?
Piggy bank money to some...
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
Hugs...
sparrowsong
Ā
thanx for the comment and encouragementĀ
my poems are all about life's challenges
i'm a early writter and a studentĀ
when i wrote this poem i thought about a friend who had lost her mom to prison
i thought well why not write a poem about prison i hope you enjoyed the story behind this poemĀ
hugs...
A.ILUNGA
Hi ilunga. Great poem.. Trully i feel it. And it awefull to experience such a messed up system.. Great writte thanks for sharing.????god bless you.