Tears of an Inmate–2

Damn

What should I say

Other than I’m tired

Of being locked down

Every single day

I’m losing my mind

Cuz I’m running out of strategies

On how

To pull this time

Thought kidnapping

Was a crime

Shit, apparently not

Cuz the government get away with

The shit all the time

This shit crazy as hell

To this fucked up system

You call a government

I hope you

Burn in hell

What happened to

Treating us with dignity

Now you’re sheltering us

From our visits

With our families

Face to face

Are you kidding me

You don’t know

What it’s like

To be us

Locked down

In a pit

Looked over by

A bunch of assholes

We can’t trust for shit

The thought of this

Is killing me

I could go on

All day

Long story short

The system

Is an inmate’s

Worst enemy

I want to say this

Before I finish

What does it mean to be

Innocent until proven guilty?

-Ghost

‘Within Arm’s Reach of the Belly of the Beast’

Can’t Incarcerate Faith: a poem

Wrongfully locked up in a place so DARK most listen to the devil speak, still I fear NONE except the one who sacrificed his only son for me. Family, friends even lovers are easily disguised in those streets outside and without a sober mind it’s hard to truthfully see sometimes…UNTIL those cells doors close and you’re within arms reach of the belly of the beast, where time stands still, as you detox from life’s ills. Mentally and physically awaken renewed to a revealed truth, as blunt and hurtful as it may be, the only one I can rely on…the man I speak of is merciful and almighty, keeping satan in line, he has even given me a sense of freedom and peace of mind as well as an unbreakable faith while I am unjustly confined, temporarily, because they can’t hold us forever. When he is working miracles in the midst NEVER say never.

“My son you will be home hugged up with your kids” not just I, you, too, keep me in your prayers and vice versa, soon you will see. Through good times and bad times you can honestly and faithfully depend on GOD.

Peace and Love,

Maryland