Prison

Bars, dimness, shadows, and noise;
the voices seeming one voice.
Hunger, cold, and pain, and fear;
all sound pounds upon your ear.
Degredation, shame, regret;
things you shall never forget.
Sighs, sobs, tears, grief, and prayers;
feeling there is no one who cares.
Odors, bugs, rats, and mice;
nothing around that could be called nice.
Murderers, dope heads, drunks, thieves;
people from whom all hope leaves.
Grief, sobs, tears, words in prayers;
you're not alone -- God cares.

(c) PDV, November 12, 1982

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