A Prisoner's Tale Poem by Jay Boyd
A Prisoner's Tale
Its dark and about 3: 00am
everything is quiet, hours past
about 6: 00 or 7: 00 in the morning
the sun's rays invade the lifeless,
slumbered cell, & with the dew's
soft whispering alarms, so is the echoing cursed-enchanting
screams flooding through the cell unit, the whole penitentiary
the walls paint a picture of violence, pain, anger, fear, shame, and false accusations
this is a prisoner's tale
I've seen it all 'in the eyes in the inmates
I've heard it all in the echoing halls
I'm a prisoner
and this is a prisoner's tale
j.v.Boyd
Great poem you have...A prisoner's tale, setting the cells, inmates...pointing different angels of a prison...be it a victim of justice etc...
I felt like I was there, sounds hard to bare. I could not amagen the things that would go throw my ming if I was confind be hind the cell. this is butifuly writen and I love it -good job.
that was good. i lyked that one mayb ill read another l8ter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/29/2024 9:06:42 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Excellent piece, you have delivered this well....great impact '10' best wishes Jon