Mail Lust
By Keith Munden Darkness and loneliness fill my cell With pain and fear to great to yell. I wait for the mailman to deliver to me, As I wipe away tears that no one will see. I pray so sincere, with my head held high “Please God! Send a letter from someone outside!” I love to gaze on pages so dear With riches to bring my loved ones near Words are diamonds on pages of gold Like a message from heaven as the story is told. “I love You, I miss you, pray you’ll be free!” A treasure filled envelop just for me. Please bring memories of joy I once knew Of you, of us, and the things we would do. The darkness and pain of my cell will prevail As again my name was not called for mail. |
My Battered
Angel
by Inmate at IWP who wishes to be Anonymous While sleeping one night, I had a dream. I have a tale to tell. I saw an angel standing there and she wasn't looking well. Her body was bruised and battered. Her wings were ripped and torn. I saw that she could barely walk, she appeared so tired and worn. I walked over to her and had to ask, "Angel, how can this be? As she looked my way, trying to smile, she said these words to me: "I'm your guardian angel; quite a job as you can see. You've lived a very hard life. With this you must agree. You've broken laws and broken hearts. What you see, you've done to me. These bruises are from shielding you. Each day I do my best. Still the drugs you've used so recklessly, have made it quite a test. My wings, you see, are ripped and torn, I've often paid the cost. So many times they've shielded you, when you were all but lost. Yes, every mark is a story of pain and danger I've destroyed. You've made me wish more than once, that I was unemployed So if you would only embrace life, and choose to do good on your own, it would end the pain and suffering that goes with being your chaperone. I will always be there to watch over you until my strength may fail. As for when that will be, all I can say, is I'm getting old and frail" Then I woke, and remembering my dream, how much she seemed to care I looked around my prison cell and my heart sank with despair. As I sat there, I thought and wondered, "Why should I even try?" Then the air rushed around me as beating wings...And I heard my angel cry. |