'Closed Casket'
Within my mind, I cannot stay;
For not the truth, remains at bay.
No cry of pain, nor fallen tear;
Not even faith, will come near.
This silent rage, comes of age;
Now that reality, has set the stage.
Hunger pangs, of concrete fangs;
Against my soul, futility bangs.
Of what to do, I can see not;
Before my eyes. a future rots.
The gift I have, will not be used;
Because all I knew, was time abused.
Ask for help, seemed the chosen word;
So speak the truth, of what was heard.
This was at a time that I thought I was going to die in prison...And my worst fear was, that I'd be forgotten.
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