It’s a vicious deep cut when I feel valued so low.
Hatred is what the world shows.
I get on my knees, as my tears commence to flow.
-Don’t feel unloved, my son,
I hear a voice so gently and low.
-For thirty pieces of silver, that’s how much I was sold.
-I too felt so lonely and cold.
-I died on the cross
‘Cause you’re worth dying for.
-So don’t value yourself of what people say,
Just love them back and we’ll see each other one day.
-Remember this word when you feel
You’re about to decay:
F-75851 Facility: D Bldg: 5 Cell 2480p
P.O Box 5005
Delano CA 93216
Categories: poems, Rudy Carrillo
Just want you to know, I shared this on my blog. I have never been in jail, but I believe we all find ourselves trapped behind our own cell walls too often. Thank you for sharing this. Be blessed