Mail Call
Darkness and loneliness fill
my cell with pain and fear too
great to yell.
I wait for the mailman to deliever
to me as i wipe away tears that
no one will see.
I pray so sincere with head
raised above 'Please, God, soon send a letter of love.'
I long to game upon pages so dear,
with riches to bring my love ones
near.
Words of diamonds on pages of gold
a message from heaven as their story
is told.
'we love you, miss you, pray you will
be free' a treasure filled envelope
just for me.
Please bring memories of joy and once
knew family, friends and things
I would do. The darkness and pain
of my cell will prevail as my name
again was not called for mail.
-written by a dear friend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
did you get or write about this by the guy that i think i kno.?