In Prison Poem by Jean Valentine

In Prison

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In prison
without being accused

or reach your family
or have a family You have

conscience
heart trouble

asthma
manic-depressive

(we lost the baby)
no meds

no one
no window

black water
nail-scratched walls

your pure face turned away
embarrassed

you
who the earth was for.

Friday, July 31, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: prison
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lyn Paul 31 July 2015

A sad story to be told. So much needing to be expressed, yet no chance ever given. I would be interested in knowing more. I thank you Jean.

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