Poem About A Prison Cell
My husband had never had a record, he's 40 years now, all because of this mental illness he has, which is a voice made him snap, so he took a hammer to the hospital, and smashed the nurses …
Published: Jul 2008
I know that you are here for committing a crime, so let's you and me do some time.
I've got some things I'd like to say, I will see you change from day to day.
The thoughts you will have, the things you will feel, I will be here for your every meal.
You will feel some sadness and you will feel alone at night, you will say "I wish that I were home," make the best of the time you've got, and let's hope that it's not a lot.
One day we will part, yes, you and me, that is the day they set you free.
I'm sure you want to know my name, it hasn't changed, it's still the same. We are both together in this man made hell.
Glad to meet you, I'm your prison cell.