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Bars From Behind Bars
"Bars From Behind Bars"
All I ever wanted was a Father, to love & hold me tight/
Now all I have is a cell, where it's so lonely & cold at night
Eyes holding back the tears, so my peers don't think that I'm weak/
So many years I've spent looking answers, so many questions to a past that runs so deep
Using poetry as my release, to escape my bleak surroundings/
From the abuse I received since a youth, to under the roof of the prison landings
Deeply regretting the texts I sent, cause sending 'em sent me 2 HMP/
Like my life weren't already a sentence, closing my eyes, pretending that I'm free
But in reality I'm caged like an animal, for the crime of a cry for help/
For fighting back against my misery, lyrically for the rights of my likkle girl
It's me, myself & I now, living for the hope of better days/
Sweating from the eye brow, ever since I got attacked on my second day
I know there's gotta be a better way, & with the right help, I know I'll find it/
Cause God blessed me with the talent of rhyme, but in time I let my anger blind it
Deep in my heart I wish I could rewind it, to the time when my mind was pure like snow/
But for now I'll just seek the cure, cause I've got such a long way to go.
Copyright 2008 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
All I ever wanted was a Father, to love & hold me tight/
Now all I have is a cell, where it's so lonely & cold at night
Eyes holding back the tears, so my peers don't think that I'm weak/
So many years I've spent looking answers, so many questions to a past that runs so deep
Using poetry as my release, to escape my bleak surroundings/
From the abuse I received since a youth, to under the roof of the prison landings
Deeply regretting the texts I sent, cause sending 'em sent me 2 HMP/
Like my life weren't already a sentence, closing my eyes, pretending that I'm free
But in reality I'm caged like an animal, for the crime of a cry for help/
For fighting back against my misery, lyrically for the rights of my likkle girl
It's me, myself & I now, living for the hope of better days/
Sweating from the eye brow, ever since I got attacked on my second day
I know there's gotta be a better way, & with the right help, I know I'll find it/
Cause God blessed me with the talent of rhyme, but in time I let my anger blind it
Deep in my heart I wish I could rewind it, to the time when my mind was pure like snow/
But for now I'll just seek the cure, cause I've got such a long way to go.
Copyright 2008 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
Published 5th Jan 2022
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5th Jan 2022 12:38pm
Hello Mr D
A beautiful but harrowing story you tell.
A gift of writing you surely have. Not knowing the full story doesn't blind me to the horror of your past.
Thank you for sharing your story
Love and peace
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A beautiful but harrowing story you tell.
A gift of writing you surely have. Not knowing the full story doesn't blind me to the horror of your past.
Thank you for sharing your story
Love and peace
💜💜💜💜
13th Mar 2024 8:12pm
This a poignant piece in finding oneself, having the courage to share and putting a plan to overcome obstacles. The trauma of a tough childhood can lead people astray, but it sounds for whatever has past you're in a better place.
Awesome work.
Awesome work.
