A PRISON NOTE Regards to my wonderful wife who placed the sun in my life. Dont tell her Im in prison; serving a term for treason. She shouldnt know Im in jail and that Ive been refused bail. Inform her not of my situation. My candid and cruel condition that attacks my soul with sorrow; Sorrow that sinks into my bone-marrow. Dont tell her of my tasteless meals; handicap beans with sick cereals. Tell her Ive left the shores of Africa in a bird-like metallic monster. Ive gone in search of greener pastures lying within the bosom of the future. Save her from the arrows of agony and from cries starved of melody. Ive given her enough pain which has made her eyes to rain
Posted on: Sun, 03 Aug 2014 12:30:38 +0000