Prison Poetry: I

Holding memories

Heart and head

Embrace

Rarely, shortly, limited

Exit with despair

Drive into the night

One question

One call

Lonely, missing you

Eight or twenty-two

Hope, faith

It’s all the same

Up I fall

Down I rise

Begging

Never let me go

Tried and true

 

 

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