Prison Life Poem by G00dy2 Shoes

It’s waiting on letters
When you’re doing time.
And your family won’t write,
or send you a dime.

It’s waiting on visits
that never take place,
from friends or loved ones,
who forgot your face.

It’s hearing them lie
And saying that we’re trying,
making you promises
but you know they are lying.

It’s making plans with someone
Who you thought you knew,
but their plans suddenly change,
and it didn’t include you.

It’s hearing them say
how much they care,
but in your time of need
they are never there.

It’s hearing them promise
and it goes straight to your head,
But when push comes to shove,
They leave you for dead.

It’s feelings and Love
Honor and Pride.
Pain and Emotions
and hurting inside

It’s expressing yourself
to your loved ones and friends,
But they can’t feel your pain
because you’re in the pen.

It’s calling and hearing
A Block’s on the phone
but you continue on...
because you're all alone

It’s really messed up
when you’re doing time
But that’s “Prison Life.”
Out of sight, out of mind.