INMATE POEMS

poetry of a lost soul by Isaac Harris

I like to feel that love is pure..
But why am I so insecure….
For in my heart am I sencer…..
or am I hiding from a fear…
Some say time can heal a paineful bruse..
From scrapes and falls or hurtful news…
But why can I so ever choose…
A love so dear it needs no rules…
my heart it akes in every way…
Morning,noon,night and day…
for in my life im lead astray….
for I know no other way…
some say all i need is love…
but how can i be lift above…
such longly paines and needlis sorrow..
for will i see a better tomorrow…
but if this be my only cure…
i need not be so insecure…
i say this with my all sencer…
i like to feel that love is pure….

Isaac Harris
DOC #A599-044

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