confinement
Life is what I’m living behind these Prison Walls
Prison life a pressure, keep my back against the Wall
Separation and Death from loved ones, companions, and friends
I keep looking at these trees
From this window, I can see
Them inside the cemetery
Each evening and now
They stand between me and the sky
I imagine weeping willows in the south
By PJ Twenty years in ADX.* I’m asked, a lot, one question: How long have you been here? First, let me tell you something I know: (Feared, is the unknown;)…
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