This poem is based on real events only the names have been changed so that the people involved are not easy to identify from the poem.

Lost and alone

Feeling so sad and blue

Locked up in jail

And don’t know what to do

She’s outside

Doing God knows what

I’m in here and haven’t heard a thing

We don’t have a phone at home

So there is nowhere for me to ring

She doesn’t answer my letters

She won’t tell me what’s going on

I haven’t heard from her in so long

That I’m going crazy in my head

Thinking of things she might be doing

Thinking of where she is going

Now my head is about to burst

Her life still goes on

The pub the clubs the bars

Blokes lining up

To see what they can get

I’m all alone here behind bars

Not knowing who she has met

Does she still love me?

Does she still care?

Why doesn’t she write me?

Is she just trying to scare?

Or does she not want me?

It’s doing in me head

All these questions unanswered

I wish I were dead

Life is not worth living

When it being lived like this

I’m going to do something about it

She’s surely taking the piss

I’ll make her get in touch with me

I’m going to take control

I may be in a prison

But now I have a goal

They have put me on a suicide watch

Because I’m now on hunger strike

It beginning to work already

Because the chaplain has been

And wants to know what’s what

I’ve told him why I am feeling like

There is just no point in me living

When the one I love and care for

Doesn’t care if my heart is breaking

I have tried so hard to stay positive

But in here that is hard to do

My life around me is crumbling

The mates in here are few

But even those I have

Are fed up with my cursing and crying

They say they are fed up with hearing

My endless tales of woe

Either I get my act together

Or their friendship I forego

Today I’m feeling better

The chaplain has been to say

He’s been in touch with a minister

Of a church near to my Jane

And they are going to send some one

To talk to her and find out what’s her game

Why she hasn’t been in touch

And what the problem is

I’ve promised to start eating again

As soon as I hear back

I hope that will hurry them up

As I am hungry all the time

The pain I was in kept me from thinking

About the food I was not eating

But now there is a chance of hearing

My hunger is beginning to grow

I hope that I hear something soon

I really do want to know

Even if the news is bad

At least I will know what’s what

Then I can go on living

When I know just what I’ve got

The chaplains been to see me

The news is really good

They sent someone round to see my Jane

To befriend her and help her to cope

And it is not that she doesn’t love me

And it’s not that she doesn’t care

It’s just that life’s hard for her too

She’s all alone with three kids under five

And a dog that has just had puppies

And it is hard just trying to survive

With all this going on

The house was a mess

Jane fully stressed

And more than a little overwhelmed

But now there is a friend there to help her

And she’s getting on her feet

Now she wants me to give up my hunger strike

And get myself something to eat

It’s not long now till I get out

And I’ve had three letters from home

I am so glad I took control of my life

I am so glad that I had a goal

We are closer now than ever

We are looking forward to rebuilding our lives

The future has never looked brighter

I am sure our family will thrive

No more will I put our lives in jeopardy

No more will I do anything that could lead

To me being taken into custody

In this we are both agreed

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