A short poem written in youth prison, on a bitterly cold winters night, eight years ago...


I saw the wire, I saw the wall

I saw the wire, I saw the wall,
I saw the prison guards stand tall,
I saw how badly one can feel,
I saw how some wounds never heal,

I felt Jack Frost creep in my bed,
I fell tobacco set free my head,

I heard them banging on the pipe,
I heard how some don't sleep at night,

I heard about the lad who flipped,
I heard he got a blade and slit...




Poetry by Dan Goddard
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Written on 2007-06-28 at 23:32

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Zoya Zaidi
Such a lot of suffering and pathos in it!
A poignant write!
Welcome to the Bay Dan!
((Hugs))
Love, Zoya
2007-06-29


Hagzissa
ouch.... that was a brutal story..... guessing that is the reality for some though...
good writing, great flow in the rhyming too
2007-06-28