How did I arrive here in tears.
Feeling the after affects of last night beaten.
No man is prepared for these chamber doors.
The floors are constantly stained with blood.
Some brother find the bible others find there rivals.
Nightmares become my everyday dreams.
Painting a picture of description that my day by day story.
In this unethical place that journey men seem dwell.
Would I rather except death and a lifetime in hell.
The pain is endless I wish to see the sun.
In orange coverall we feel equal and in the
same ways.
Mother don't cry in due time, I will be a better man.
My child been born without the look in my eye's.
I smile and huge the phone hoping life can grasp.
The love in this heart that grows over time behind this
plexiglass.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem