poetry by (the)Doug

Thursday, April 05, 2007

Prison Poem

A friend of mine who had a short stint in the Big House shared this poem from a fellow inmate:

Somebody get me out of here

The fun has been over shadowed by the fear

That I may never find my way out

Seems that I’m stuck on this deadend route

They’re never gonna leave me alone

As if I really wanna give up my thrown

What is it that prevents me from letting go

Guess I’ve yet to hit my all time low

Numb to any type of feeling

With some of my problems I better start dealing

I’m in quick sand up to my neck

The results of all the responsibilities I chose to neglect

Everything is catching up to me

Not to much longer before I’m unable to breath

No one is coming to rescue me

The pressure so tight don’t think i’ll ever get free

Somebody get me out of here

All this sand isn’t going to just disappear

But everyone knows there’s only one way out of quicksand

And thats by someone grabbing your hand

So no matter how much I hate to admit

My own wrong decisions have landed me in this pit

Vulnerable, tired and almost out of hope

Praying someone finds me and throws me a rope

The sand pit is a perfect example

There are situations in life not meant for one person to handle.

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