INMATE POEMS

POEM by- KARLTON M.KINCAID

“WHILE”

at last to come, at first to leave,
awhile is love convinced to be,
convictions hate to spare belief,
a while before it ends for me.

about awhile after supposedly,
was meant to be of destiny,
it’s best the way we wishfully think,
to be in love with who it speaks.

to speak of us awhile with me,
will hate to lie, but lie at least,
with me you lie to rest in peace,
the truth lives a while at least.

at least awhile of certainty,
unsure the more we may believe,
to know and act out certain things,
in a while shows us clarity.

Savvinardo Savinci

KARLTON M.KINCAID
DOC #657181

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