Inmate Poems

THIS MAN ALONE :

Sorrow eloquent in my pen
Hope
Non existent.

I haven’t given up on life
Love
Or tomorrow.

I write only what I know
Alone
My life.

Should I find love true
Goodbye
Quickly spoken.

Justice won’t allow me
Compassion
Won’t either.

I’ve heard no man an isle
Yet
Still standing.

The tides of tear washing
Memories
Sand free.

Left behind dreams list
Hope
My humanity.

Freeing winds no longer grasp
Sails
Poorly mended.

Sink or swim some say
Floating
Staying alive.

As piercing chill of lifes waters
Numbs
Sunken dreams.

Jeremiah Gilbert
DOC #709551

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