I wrote this last time I was locked down just a little insite to how I was thinking at the time.





Time of Reflection


When I look across the tables and see all this sadness and gloom.
I think of all the dreams these bars and walls try to consume.
Leinberger inmates, accused of a crime,
wait for the judge to deside if we'll do time
With the waiting and nothing to do
contemplation can be depressing too.
I'm trying to get through today
so, tomorrow, I can accomplish all I need to.
I won't live in the past, I'll hold it at bay
for it's a dead end road and I must learn to
obey. Now that my crime is done,
can't wait until my time is through.
My past hold's lots of secrets
that I keep deep inside so I won't be blue.
I've come to realize I'm a prisoner, in many
ways, both on the inside and out, is how it
plays. In my time of reflection I must learn
from my past, Or condemned I'll be to repeat
it fast.


Shortie

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SHORTIE

BEAUTIFUL POEM.... REFLECTION..... MEANS A LOT....
I JUST SAW THIS...


LOVE YA
DD

REFLECTION CAN DO SO MUCH OR THE LACK OF IT CAN DISTROY YOUR CHANCES FOR CHANGE. IT IS REALLY UP TO THE PERSON THEMSELF..