Its dark and about 3: 00am <br />everything is quiet, hours past <br />about 6: 00 or 7: 00 in the morning <br />the sun's rays invade the lifeless, <br />slumbered cell, & with the dew's <br />soft whispering alarms, so is the echoing cursed-enchanting <br /> screams flooding through the cell unit, the whole penitentiary <br />the walls paint a picture of violence, pain, anger, fear, shame, and false accusations <br />this is a prisoner's tale <br />I've seen it all 'in the eyes in the inmates <br />I've heard it all in the echoing halls <br />I'm a prisoner <br />and this is a prisoner's tale <br />j.v.Boyd<br /><br />jeffrey boyd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-prisoner-s-tale/
