Well I’m sitting in a prison thinking of the way things used to be. <br />Yes I’m sitting in a prison doing 10 long years for armed-robbery. <br />It’s hard sometimes to think when you hear the screams of inmates in the night, <br />Being beaten by some prison guard or by a fellow inmate in a fight. <br /> <br />The pecking order, the sleeping order, the whole damn thing is like one great big zoo, <br />As the strong preys on the weakest – for sex and other favours – what’s to do? <br />But me I think about the life outside, about my family and friends, <br />I think about my child and then I cry a little – Lord, it never ends. <br /> <br />So I keep myself busy now with books and chores and days out in the yard, <br />I struggle with this prison life, my mental hell in here, it’s all too hard. <br />But one day when I’m out of here I’ll have the skills to stop me coming back, <br />I hope my child still knows my name and have the strength to keep me from the slack. <br /> <br />But for now that is so far away as I drift back to this God-forsaken cell, <br />They say the Lord hears those who pray but inside here you know the Devil dwells. <br />So, I’m sitting in a prison thinking of the way things used to be, <br />Yes I’m sitting in a prison stretching 10 long years for armed robbery…<br /><br />Mark (Owen) Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prison-walls-3/
