TGAPL
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