Illustration by Robert Marks

My room is small and sometimes really cold, but whenever I need a mental break from prison life, I sit on my bunk and look at the view outside my window.

Early morning or late evening, you can catch a glimpse of wildlife at the tree line. At certain times the sunsets are awesome.

Even right now as I write this, an eerie mist creeps across the field. A gentle rain settles on the landscape.

I’m in prison for my crimes, but while my body is confined to this cell, sometimes my mind is able to run free.

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Robert Marks

Robert Marks is a writer incarcerated in South Carolina.