A Touch Of Remorse Poem by sylvia spencer

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.