Behind These Prison Walls

by tope aka deuce   Jun 4, 2006


In a place far away from home
With no one to talk to, I felt all alone.
Tried to make friends by following their trends
But it all wasnâ??t worth it in the end.

Spent most of my days in a dark room
As I slowly felt like I was doomed.
Not a lot of time to do what you like to do for fun
Except joining everyone else, lifting weights that weigh a ton.

Where I was there was no freedom
A place thatâ??s the complete opposite of Godâ??s kingdom.
As days went by I felt like I was going to die
In this filthy room on the bed where I lie.

Each day I regret living this way
Because now I have to live in this hell for the rest of my days.
Being with murderers and walking with rapists in the halls
This is what you go through everyday behind these prison walls.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Colby

    Great poem... I've never been to prison, but I've been in juvinelle detention and boot camp, so I can totally relate and understand where you're comming from. 5/5 defiently