this is all that I’ve got:
me, my mind, and my thoughts.
years of being alone
time that society bought,
what a hell of a cost
no discounts, just a hard time,
but never lost my mind,
cynical at times
but still I recognize what’s real,
as time goes by, true motives are revealed,
true friends remain steel
solid in every storm,
that’s why I’m all that I’ve got
real in every form.
Disclaimer: The views in this article are those of the author. Prison Journalism Project has verified the writer’s identity and basic facts such as the names of institutions mentioned.