Idle Mind....a poem from prison....
Idle Mind
i sit in my cell for committing a crime...
i realize why people say that the
devils playground is in the idle mind...
i think about the good and i think about the bad
but as much as i try to stay sane
most of me is unpleasant and i feel
sad...
i wish i could sleep it away...
and when i wake up to be a free man...
but problems are meant to be faced and
runnin is not what i plan to do
sometimes i think to myself that my
loved ones of me have forgotten...
so i try to convince myself that im
wrong and that inside my mind is
just some kind of evil demon plottin.....
i was begining to get psychotic and
i thought i was loosin my mind...
but i just got a letter from my
queen Laura and she tells me to
"be strong and have faith...
and the day for us to unite will
only be a matter of time....."
el guero...
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