Prison

Glenn Merrilees By Glenn Merrilees, 10th Nov 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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This is the follow up to Lady H and is fiction as well.

Prison

So i ended up in prison
for theft and heinous crimes
only charged with thirteen counts
but i did it loads of times.

I never did it for attention
nor to get my kicks
i did it as i had too
i had to get my fix.

Allegedly i'm in here
for some crime i did commit
you do the crime, you serve the time
and just get on with it.

Taken down a corridor
one that's lined with cells
unfamiliar people
unfamiliar smells.

Taken from your comfort zone
at liberty no more
hour after hour
just staring at the floor.

Bad enough to lose your freedom
and all your other rights
roused the same time every day
and the wardens work the lights.

Night-time is the scariest
imagine how i feel
the weakest being bullied
i know, i hear them squeal.

Some are suicidal
others sit and cry
every year in prisons
there's tens of people die.

Bartering with other cons
to get your fix of drugs
inside the price is ten times more
you're treated just like mugs.

Some in here are self referred
they've no-where else to stay
their freedom they are given
back inside within the day.

Others know no other life
in prisons boy and man
mostly social deprivation
a thought spared if you can.

Sometimes it's been a vile abuse
others, sheer neglect
or no-one to look up to
never treated with respect.

This place a rabbit warren
a Pandoras box inside
a maze, this place is massive
but there's nowhere you can hide.

Can't afford no trouble
you learn to swallow pride
if trouble comes a calling
there's nowhere you can hide.

But trouble sought and found me
i had to act in self defence
alone in isolation
my sins to recompence.

Being alone can be so scarey
concrete cell that's made for one
on the north wall with a tiny slot
i never saw the sun.

I never did a single thing
to start that prison fight
the "landlord" of the corridor
a vile mood in tonight.

It didn't work his way at all
the wardens took control
found out all his secrets
as inside there was a mole.

He offered loads of money
to find the sneak, the rat,
funny just how money works
as that took care of that.

He found out who the grass was
the convicts name was mud
that night they cut him ear to ear
and he lost four pints of blood.

One thing for that H.M.P.
in that prison that i've been
evil deeds i'd seen inside
but i'm out now, and i'm clean.

Tags

Prison, Prison Systems, Prisoner, Prisoners

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author avatar Glenn Merrilees
I'm a 48 year old scotsman and a mental health awareness activist. I'm also a multi- award winning multi- published (NOT self published) poet. i have read my work at conferences all over Scotland,

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author avatar vpaulose
11th Nov 2013 (#)

Very thoughtful poem. Thank you dear.

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author avatar Fern Mc Costigan
11th Nov 2013 (#)

Nice poem

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