There is so much talent in the prison system, and this page will give an opportunity to share inmate’s poems, essays, and artwork.
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Solace left this
neighborhood and placed
into our hands,
A home of silent longing
built in the storms of loves
demands,
Where strangers in the
shadows hold to coarse and
cursed commands,
And find that life and death
are but blood and dust to
chance.
With one barren house
resides the fear that casts
alone,
Where madness feeds the
poetry your nakedness has
shown,
Where physical torture
lessens morale the outside
world has sown,
Down this hole both mind
and soul complete with
flesh and bone.
Thru its battered window
there’s a hope he cannot
reach,
The sacrosanct of hidden
tombs where secrets have
no speech,
Where passion threatens
purity and by violating each,
We taste the aura of nirvana
both pain and pleasure
teach.
His questions haunt these
derelict halls in sanctuary
unattained,
And rules this realm of all
recall by acts so long
unnamed,
Where all resistance
whispered sparks till no
reason more remained,
Here, where chains define
our hearts, what freedom
could be blamed? !
Leroy “Doc” Floyd, III