My PENAL REALITY

LOVE WALKS BY AND LOVE WALKS AWAY,
AS HARTS BREAK AND HARTS HEAL.
BULLETS FLY AND PEOPLE DIE ,AND AS I
WRITE THIS RYME I CAN'T HELP BUT RELIZE
IM STILL DOING TIME;

HOW AND WHY CAN ONLY GET ME KILLED,
BUT THE THRILL MAKES IT SO RIGHT.
SO AS I TRY TO BE BRIGHT,NO IM ONLY
TRYING TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT;
TO GO BACK IN TIME AND DO THE CRIME,
TO NO THE GOOD FROM RIGHT AND NOT
EVEN TRUST MY CLOSEST.
TO BREAK AWAY MY MIND FROM MY SOUL,
AND JUST MOVE ONTO THE NEXT SENSE.
WHEATHER IT BE PAIN,LUST,OR JUST A NEW
STINCH?
ALL WHICH HAS BEEN LOST AS I SIT HERE
WONDERING WHICH.

STILL INOCENT AMONGST THE CONFESSED,
STILL OPENING MY EYES TO EAT,DRINK,AND
SHARE THE SAME AIR;
ANOTHER DAY,ANOTHER WASTED AWAY  BEHIND
WALLS WHITH THE CONFESSED.
BUT I REMIND YOU ,I WASTE AWAY NOT WHITHOUT
THAT WONDERS MIND TO HOW AND WHY I CAME
TO BE AMINGST THE CONFESSED;
BUT I WONDER NOT LONG AS FEAR OF THE
SPELL TAKES TO MY SENSE.
I RUN FROM THE SPELL EVEN TAKING SHAPE AS
A CONFESSED. GOING DAY BY DAY,HOUR TO HOUR,
WHITH THE OCATIONAL BREATH IN BETWEEN AS SO
THE SPELL CAN WHISPER IN MY EAR AND REMIND
ME IF MY              
                     PENAL REALITY.

COPYRIGHT PENDING.        2007. Newfolsom state prison.