Prison Poem

Behind Bars: Poem Of Heartbreak And Disappointment For Jailed Father

Dad's been in and out of prison, then finally ended up in prison by my school. Been very hard. A poignant and emotional poem about a daughter's pain and longing for her jailed father. The poem captures the struggles of separation, disappointment, and love in the face of repeated incarcerations. Through the daughter's words, the reader is invited to witness the impact of jail on families and the deep emotional toll it takes. The poem is a powerful reminder of the human costs of the criminal justice system and the importance of compassion for those affected by it.

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My father and mother both stole and did drugs with my younger sisters and me in the house. They always got in arguments, throwing things at each other and yelling in front of us. I was scared...

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Published by Family Friend Poems August 2012 with permission of the Author.

Even though you're never
around. I seem to never frown
It's the faith I keep but
It can bring some weep.
I can't believe you're
Back in there again
It seems that is your
Only friend. I wish you
Would get better but
On your own time, sake.
I always wondered
Why you chose a path
So low, you could
Have went to rehab
But didn't go. It sucks
Seeing you at your
All time low. I never
Knew you could sink
So low.
I haven't seen you
In awhile, 'cause you
Got caught in denial
You seem so far away
But you're not even
2 miles away.

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  • Ashlyn by Ashlyn
  • 7 years ago

My father is in prison and I am only 11. He left when I was 3.

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  • Brianna L Zacharias by Brianna L Zacharias
  • 5 years ago

My father and mother both stole and did drugs with my younger sisters and me in the house. They always got in arguments, throwing things at each other and yelling in front of us. I was scared of what was happening to my life. Later, my grandparents got us and went to court. Three years later, I am 14 and living with my grandparents. My dad is in prison, and my mom out, trying to get my sisters and me back even though I don't want to go back. I wish that she would just listen to me for once.

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