I cry much, much more
This days
The tears that run from my eyes
I can't stop it
They fall and they fall
Non stop
When I sleep
I see images
That haunt me still today
Images of my time in jail
Me confined to a cell
I hate small spaces
I feel that I can't breath in it
I try to block that image out of my mind
And that thought of the jail also
But I still have a hard time dealing
with it because it still fresh on my mind
I did my time in jail
And that was the worst lesson in my life
That I had to go through
I am not happy about it
I think I will have to live with it for the rest of my life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem