I look to the sky and there are the stars
but I have no window pane, only prison bars.
I became a rebel without a cause
so why do I feel such remorse. At that moment
in time it was just for fun; I am eaten up with sorrow
with the wrong I have done.
Fast cars, fights, drink and drugs; I was sucked into
the company, of what I now call mugs.
I knew not of my destiny but now I am begging to
be free. As I count away these endless days the more
I see the error of my ways.
I have been in prison these past three years trying to
come to terms with all my fears. About life on the outside
and how I will cope; and having the courage to stay off the
dope. I have no prospects when I leave this place but I know
I have to put on a brave face. For Billy my son who is now age
five and my wife who has tried so hard to keep our love alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You give voice to the broken hearted and the weary, It is so needed today, love Duncan