Poetry

Prisoner's lament

... how much longer must I spend?

by Sheila Kelly

Prisoner's Lament

From hell came this prison -
These walls and these cells.
Oh, Lord, how much longer
Must I spend, can you tell?
Where has my life gone,
My wife and my child?
Seems they have forgotten
Me. Now life no longer
Seems worthwhile
How long have I been here?
It seems like years.
I'm no longer a man, and I've
Run out of tears.
Lord, I'm sorry for what I've
Done. For I never meant
To hurt anyone.
Promise me, Lord. Take
Care of my son. Don't
Let him pay for the wrong I've done.



January 7, 2011


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