Engulfed in flames, demons screaming my name, trying to remain sane, while still struggling to maintain.
Maybe it’s over, maybe this is my final step in life, insanity.
Running, why is the question my past chasing me my future isn’t certain, police behind me what did I do am I running from the fear of being locked up to who knows the truth maybe nobody only I can understand.
Peace, tranquility, quietness not a word spoken, maybe this is the end, is this my death, my mother, my brother, by my side tears in their eyes, is the event of my demise. I feel some pain but my spirit is still strong. This may be the day I pass away and go home.
I open my eyes in my cell again, thinking about the dreams that haunt my unconscious mind, I sit up and think about the visions and relax that now at least I know now how I’ll leave this world. Continue reading →
I’m in the D.C.J. (a prisoner) and have some problems. They are listed in this letter!
The medical department is said to have a dentist, and medical claims there is a list for the dentist. I’ve yet to see a dentist. I went to medical, a self-declared emergency the first time for my tooth and was given 400 mg motrin 2x a day. Now over a month later I went back on sick call and had to beg the nurse to place me on an antibiotic. I requested for my motrin to be increased to 800 mg, I explained I didn’t want a narcotic because she kept saying over and over ‘I’m not giving you narcotic’ as if that was my reason for being there, regardless of how swollen my jaw was or how broke off and rotten my tooth is. The motrin was increased to 600 mg 2x a day, which is still not strong enough. I am in pain. Continue reading →