Getting Locked Up Poem by Linda Racaniello

this time they are locking me up
for one hundred and twenty days
they reduced the charge from sale to possession
but I still have to go away

prison is not such a bad place
it's filled with hours to contemplate
figuring ways to live a better life
a forced vacation to plan your fate

What will I change while I am away?
No this time I will not waste
I will work on my faith in God
and the error of ways that I have to face

one hundred and twenty days
to change the way I see things
to get clean and sober once again
so I can fly with unclipped wings

I have been clean & sober before
I think this time will do it
I'm tired of the life I live
and being the bottomless pit

So when I am released
I will walk a clean path
staying away from dealers
hiding from the devils wrath