Men clutching bars
Locked away in darkness
Silhouetted shadows.
Clang!
Clang!
The doors.
Their minds automatic calendars.
We have mixed emotions...
Our minds are crowded with emotions.
I look back no more to those grey walls
But its sounds echo - echo
LOUD!
My heart has ears
My eyes shed tears!
Written after doing poetry workshop with inmates at the Md. Penn. in Baltimore, Maryland...198....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great write, and great thing you did with inmates, Dorothy! Blessings, Theo