Life in PrisonA Poem by John ByrdI am like a fortress you can’t tell what’s
going on inside of me I like to keep it all
in overflowing my cup runneth over but I lock it in the
cellar I gave my thoughts
time in prison but they committed no crimes...
Maybe I’m scared People will run away
from me. Look at me like I’m a
monster. So I play Jekyll and
Hyde. But I’m only Hyde in
the shadows. Only I see him emerge. A dark hideous
creature Or it could just be my
imagination….
I think I’m scared Of getting too close
to people. So if I lose them it
won’t hurt so much. Always prepared for
loses instead of gains. Maybe someone will
mean a lot to me And I won’t lose them. Every woman I let get
close to me and trust in Leaves…
I have only opened up
to them And these cell walls I
mark up With my pain and fears. They have visitation
rights To the jail cell. They only visit, they never stay. The women are
temporary. The cell walls lasts
forever… © 2014 John ByrdFeatured ReviewReviews
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StatsAuthorJohn ByrdDetroit, MIAboutJunior at Michigan State University. Hip Hop and poetry are my two favorite things. Childish Gambino is my favorite artist. Walt Whitman, Emily Dickinson, and Henry David Thoreau are my favorite .. more..Writing
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