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Contributed by b_siegle on Sunday, 5th January 2003 @ 02:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry

Walking down the hall, I arrived about noon.
They started spitting on me, as I walk to my room.
Staring at these walls, peeking out through the glass.
Imagining trees in the distance, children playing in the grass.
I try to reach out, but theres no escape.
Surrounded by a society, of murder and rape.

Guards echo in the halls, out goes the lights.
Crying in the darkness, screaming through the night.
Who's got the new guy, I do he yells.
Pack of smokes is the offer, for a night in the cell.
As I lay in my new bed, this must be a dream.
My face in the pillow, to silence my screams.
This is how it works here, for paying off debts.
First night in the pen, I'll never forget.

Sounds across the hall, I turn over to see.
Two guys in a bunk, staring over at me.
The new kid glances over, his head goes down.
The con closes his eyes, and starts moaning out loud.
His head in his lap, getting all he can take.
Con's name is Jerry, the new b**** is Jake.

Out in the yard, a con on the ground.
Guards with a bat, beating him down.
He'd made a break for the fence, almost made it too.
The cons routing him on, when the whistle blew.
Razor wire has marked him, blood covers his face.
Make a path they yell, out came the mace.

Later that day, another alarm sounds.
I push through the crowd, staring at the ground.
A dead guy on the floor, a spoon through his eye.
Con standing over him, saying he had lied.
Guards rough him up, a year in the hole.
They say he won't make it, the tension grows.
A riot gets started, guards in full gear.
The gas is turned on, my eyes start to tear.

I'm stuck in these walls now, if only they could speak.
The lies they'd tell, the tears they'd weep.
Things they have seen, the secrets they hide.
Young and the old, the ones that have died.
Society has judged me, gave me this cell.
My only freedom is death, and eternity in hell.
Another day in the pen, I'll never forget
Lights out in the halls, I'm done writting this s***.

Copyright © b_siegle ... [ 2003-01-05 02:00:00]
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Re: The End (User Rating: 1 )
by chantel on Friday, 10th January 2003 @ 09:54:56 PM AEST
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this has a lot of emotion in is a bit of a diffrant thing for me but veery good i liked it good job
chantel

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