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Old Time Prisoners Poem

Step into my body,
Take a trip with me.
Take a look at my world,
 See the things that I see.

Slip inside my heart,
Feel what I feel.
The anger, pain, loneliness,
And sadness is all so real.

Walk the corridors of hopelessness
That fill these walls.
Hear the woeful, muffled cries
That I know so well.

Now return to your world,
Away from this nightmare of hell,
And be the same person you were.
Tell me if you can!

Freedom and Pain

I stand in the vastness,
The sea in front and sand behind,
A seagull soars and a crab tries to hide.
I feel small surrounded by such grandeur.
My spirit flies with seagulls
And knows freedom with no limit;
My heart hides with the crab

As it creeps to the edge and can go no further.
It disappears in the small cramped space for one,
Just as I can go no further than wire mesh
And retreat into my own shell, a cell,
Where darkness surrounds, fear paralyzes,
And pain reigns.

 
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Gary K. Farlow

Gary K. Farlow is a writer incarcerated in Columbia, South Carolina.