He Sits Alone
by Lord R.e. Taylor
He sits alone
Crammed into a six foot by nine-foot cell
All he can do is think
He had happiness before
A wife who he thought was the most beautiful woman
He also had a daughter he may never see
They were the loves of his life
But that happiness is all gone
Taken away by the sound of a cell door locking
Now all he has are memories and dreams to keep him going
Well, those and the sounds of zydeco from a few cells away
But he hopes someday to be free even for a moment
Just long enough to hold his wife and daughter close
To make sure that they know that he has always loved them
And that he always will
© Poem – X/II/MMXXV
LRET
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