“Prayer of Azariah” by Lawrence OP is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 2.0

The visions of the dead,
Are still in my head.
I lost my friends,
Their tears that I shed.

The pain is still there,
The cross that I bear,
I don’t know where to go,
The thousand mile stare.

Then came some dope,
It gave me false hope,
I went to the ER,
They put down a scope.

I once used to think
That I just needed a drink,
My life passed by,
In what was a blink.

I was filled with strife,
Then murdered my wife,
It hurt so many,
I should have paid with my life.

I will get a second chance,
And take a new stance,
I must prove to the world,
That I’m no longer a nuisance.

The laws of the Constitution,
Brought me to a correctional institution,
Sentenced to 15 years,
But to a lifetime of —
Moral restitution.

 
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Shon Pernice

Shon Pernice is a contributing writer, a veteran and a Kansas City native, who served in Operation Iraqi Freedom as a combat medic and came home with traumatic brain injury and PTSD. He is incarcerated at Moberly Correctional Center in Missouri, serving a sentence for murder. He hopes everyone can learn from his experience. He has been published in Veterans Voices, The Beat Within and Military Magazine, and he is a contributing author to the book, "Helping Ourselves By Helping Others: An Incarcerated Men's Survival Guide".