I thought I saw you yesterday,
But, maybe my imagination was running wild.
I was isolated,
Trying to escape my tomb.
But I felt your angelic presence,
And, I saw your halo shine…
But when I opened my eyes
I realized – it was only a figment of my imagination.
Brown eyes, I thought I saw you yesterday.
Maybe it’s because my heart was heavy
And needed to see an angel
To escape this hell.
Brown eyes, I thought I saw you yesterday.
Through this doom and gloom – I smiled…

ABOUT THE AUTHOR.   Kareem Gaines is a poet, writing for the living and the dead, the free and the enslaved, the bruised and the healed.  He is serving a forty year sentence and can be contacted at:
Kareem Gaines #JP1388
State Correctional Institution at Dallas
1000 Follies Road
Dallas, PA 18612

 

When I die…

Everyone will congregate and cry
and say that I was a gift from the Gods.

When I die…

Everybody will look to the sky
and say, ‘Why!!?’

When I die…

Everybody will have
something to say.

When I die…

They will say that I was courageous,
rebellious and wise!

When I die…

They will say that I was a piece of light that
left the earth and it hurts.

When I die…

They will say that I was
a provider and protector.

When I die…

They will say that I was a tremendous leader,
a prolific writer, a riot inciter.

When I die…

But, of course,
none of this will be said until I die!

THE AUTHOR can be contacted at:
Kareem Gaines #JP1388
SCI Forest
P.O. Box 945
Marienville, PA 16239