Poems About Prison Seeking Friendly Advice

I’m lost, I’m lonely,  I’m walking the streets , feeling of empty it haunts me for keeps , the absence of love, lacking runs deep, the tear drops and caskets , it makes my heart weep. I’m angry with god cause I feel he don’t care , I’m searching the sky’s but nobody’s there , just quiet and darkness , eerie at night , I hug on my pillow, I cry holding tight , craving the power and love of the light , I hope and I pray that my parents don’t fight ,  broken, I struggle, try hard with my might , to heal all my wounds , a future that’s bright  

My balls haven’t dropped and I think I’m...

The Dark Heart

He sits in his cell can`t read newspaper or use the internet,
the centre of his mind is the coldest place on earth, and
so much of him is us.
He committed an unspeakable crime killing children,
his mother died for his sins; his father hopes his son will
Will have the sense to commit suicide.
His cell is frosty blue; those who feed him avoid eye contact,
no one reaches out to touch him and former friends,
Even those in sympathy with his fascism have forsaken him.
He cannot hear this he will not hear, he is king of ...