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My Prison Mind

Updated on June 19, 2013

Behind the Bars

"Why me?"
"Why me?" | Source

The Subconscious Mind

In the darkest depths of a midnight sky

resides just a glimmer of light,

and he reaches for the future.

While anger chases away the pain

he doubts that life will ever come again,

to his heart that beats behind the bars.

His liberty thrown away along with the key to his faith,

he sits inside his dark catacombs,

waiting for the dulcet note to entice his fears away.

He has jewels of happy memories inside his head,

and he grows weary of the long dark hours

until daylight explodes upon his mind once again.

“Freedom, he shouts, Freedom they reply,”

yet his will is bent to the choices which he now challenges.

His children cry for the love of a frozen face,

his woman screams of selfish abandonment,

but what of he who can’t be heard,

will his plight ever change?

He made a mistake a long time ago,

and his gain, resulted in nothing but hurt.

Now his children sit alone in a diverse world

fighting for the right to be free,

while their father has to wait his turn.

He knows that one day the door will open,

that fleeting light will shine so bright.

Once again his wife shall call his name

in the height of making love, and passion.

His children will shout his name “Daddy”

and from his shoulders they will cling recognising his love.

What then has he to offer,

what then can he share?

His life as he knew it has been dead,

along with his pride, buried.

He made a mistake and paid the price,

but what the consequences of false lies are left?

He has his faith, a stark reality of his world.

Thoughts of You


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      Annette Donaldson 4 years ago from Northern Ireland

      The Stages of ME. My dear friend your comment touched my heart. At the moment I am standing in "no man's land" as I believe in doing things that are right. David is not guilty of the crime for which he is incarcerated and I have asked so many of my friends to support both him and I. Where are they, gone for dust and some are not even talking to me. This is just an example of injustice. I now have lost friends because I care and will stand up and say so. Injustice in many ways meets us every day and serves to be a costly reminder of out faith. x

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      The Stages Of ME 4 years ago

      Beautiful piece, all could relate to these words, for we all make mistakes and live in our own prisons. We are set free by the Grace of God and faith in His promises is all that sees us through. In this case the prison may be literal, by his mistake he may lead others not to falter and therefore it is all used for the greater good. Perhaps the timing behind the bars of life is what is needed to perfect our faith. We are all vessels to be used and to learn along the way is the blessing. Blessings to you Bluestar, lovely writing.

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      Brenda Barnes 4 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

      Despair is an unforgiving enemy. The men and women in prisons of our own making suffer so much from loneliness and doubt. Some bars are physical, some are emotional. Bluestar, your poem is beautifully poignant, sad, heartbreaking and yet loving. I pray every human being has someone somewhere who believes in them as you believe in David.

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      Annette Donaldson 4 years ago from Northern Ireland

      My, where did you come from my friend? A person who can relate to my circumstances. I thank you for your loving words and for allowing me a deep breath today. I am so sorry and sad to hear what eventually happened, it is a thought that runs constantly through my mind. "What will become of David, will he ever cope if and when he is released?" I can't thank you enough for stopping by to comment.

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      Annette Donaldson 4 years ago from Northern Ireland

      Thank hunnie for leaving such a positive comment. It is terrible to think of all the heartache that is born from the crime and the innocent.

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      Annette Donaldson 4 years ago from Northern Ireland

      How are you? Thank you so much for the lovely comment. You are so right, it appears that instead of looking into the issues and background of crime, getting young people off the streets, the only answer is to throw them in prison. Shame on us as a Nation.

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      Shauna L Bowling 4 years ago from Central Florida

      bluestar, I can relate to this poem. I met my son's father when he was in prison. We met thru friends. He was in Montana, I was in Florida. We fell in love somewhere along the way of our letters and phone calls. When he was released, I had a job, home and car waiting for him in Florida. We married and had a son. Sadly, we divorced when my son was 6 and his dad died 6 years ago. Prison walls create a prison of the mind in order to deal with that life. That had much to do with the reason behind our divorce. I think of my son's father often, but now I remember the love and not the walls that chained his heart.

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      Kathi 4 years ago from Saugatuck Michigan

      Very powerful words Bluestar, It's the ones left behind who suffer most!

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      Eric T. Shortridge 4 years ago from MidWest

      painful ink... it's sad that the usa holds the guiness book of world record for the highest percentage of it's citizens imprisoned... 25 percent of the worlds prisoners are in the US - sad indeed

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Your poem cries out in despair. Happens too often and people pay the price.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 4 years ago from Southern Illinois

      Annette, I sense a disappointment in your writing. I hope all is well. You can only do so much. Never lose hope. Hugs

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      Annette Donaldson 4 years ago from Northern Ireland

      Blossom SB thank you for leaving me a lovely comment, my friend has so much more strength than I could ever hope for, and his faith never leaves him. I on the other hand am always chasing dreams and never fully realising them. This poem was dark to write, but I am never afraid to speak of how I feel, I find sharing to be a great comfort.

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      Annette Donaldson 4 years ago from Northern Ireland

      Thank you for always being there for me Maria. I am missing so many things in my life at the moment, and the more I search, the further away my despair takes me. I am strong and will get through this part of my life as I always do, but so many changes are afoot now and I just don't know the answers. xxx

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 4 years ago from Victoria, Australia

      This ends so positively, it's great. He made a mistake and paid the price, but still has his faith and will one day be free to enjoy his wife and family once more.

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      Maria Jordan 4 years ago from Jeffersonville PA

      Inconsolable and despairing...your soul cries out on paper to keep ever hopeful, Nette.

      I think of you every day. Love, Maria