Prison’s a place that gets lonely at night.
With no mail to read as no one will write.
Depending on people I thought were my friends.
Waiting for pictures that nobody sends.
Then waiting for visits that never take place.
From so-called loved ones who’ve forgotten
my face.
Dressed to the nines with nothing to do.
At least now I know exactly who’s who.
I must have been miserable it has to be so.
As my prayers were all answered and the answer
was no.
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