Letter to prison

You might be behind the scenes.

Deprived, of so many things

You might be all alone

Rejected, by everyone you know

You might be the enemy

Convicted, by reality

You might have been, left to die

Your choices, ruined your life

You might be full of regrets

Time travel, to change your bets

You might be living in fear

Someone out here, is wishing you dead

You might be lost in time

Wandering from pain to crime

You might be locked in a box

Claustrophobic, smeared by lies

You might have been in the light

Fallen, displaced by hate

You might have lost your gear

Broken, revenge on plate

No matter what you were

We are humans.

We make mistakes

Don't for a second

Think you're done

Raise your arms

Words last forever.

Pick your pen and prose, on and on