Mail Call

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Mail Call

'Tis Monday at noon when the guard walks in
With the inmate mail clutched tight in his hand;
He slowly but surely walks past each cell,
And reads off the names of those getting mail.

As he slowly approaches, I can feel my heartbeat...
Until he passes me by... there's no mail for me.
This happens daily, for a week, and then two...
A month passes by, still no letter from you.

People are laughing, making fun of my fears -
Saying "There's tomorrow - or maybe next year!"
How can they laugh? Don't they understand?
Has there been no one else to the place where I am?

Daily the guard passes me by,
And others laugh, while I hide out and cry.
Is it so hard a thing that I'm asking you to do?
To write me one letter, one letter from you?

It would bring joy to my heart, and a smile to my face,
And help me for a moment, to escape from this place.
After all, it's but paper, and pen, and a thought...
Has the time that we've shared accounted for nought?

'Tis Monday at noon when the guard walks in
With the inmate mail clutched tight in his hand;
He slowly but surely walks past each cell...
Will today be the day that I receive mail?



Marcus Lewis
June 8, 2008
 

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mpjtforever commented on Mail Call

08-11-2009

Been there and felt that same feeling. once again wonderful poem. it is like you carved a window into your soul and let me see all that you have endured. keep up the awesome writing. you should write a book on your life. I know I would be first one to buy it. your friend jodi

Rocetman commented on Mail Call

07-28-2009

most of my writing dated 1991-1994, guess where I was. with nothing but thoughts and paper. you have a majestic talent. 10-again

UnworthyFather

07/28/2009

Thank you very much, Rocetman. I definitely will be reading your work as soon as possible. Thanks again, for your kindness. Marcus

latinangel commented on Mail Call

07-02-2009

All right Marcus, I think I just found my new favorite poet. You have a wonderful talent, the emotions of this poem just reached out and grabbed me and kept me glued to the screen from beginning to end. I have a poem myself, actually a series of poems called Internal Affairs. Your poem reminds me of it. Once again I love your work. Latin Angel

UnworthyFather

07/02/2009

Thank you so much, Vanessa, for your very kind words. I will read your series of poems. I am sure they are excellent. You are a very high quality writer from what I have seen so far.

Chaos128 commented on Mail Call

06-25-2009

When power is take out of our hands, the little things that we took for granted or paid little or no attention to are suddenly magnified a thousand fold as you have so distinctly delineated here.

UnworthyFather

06/27/2009

Thanks, Chaos. Your words are always appreciated.

kdavidscott1 commented on Mail Call

06-22-2009

This was brillant, excellent, superb - a nice poem expressing a scenario many prisoners probably go through - feeling abandoned, lonely, ridiculed, and forgotten yet they continue to hope that sooner or later they will hear from their loved one...marvelous.... KD

UnworthyFather

06/22/2009

Thank you very much, KD. This poem is very dear to me. God Bless.

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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