A pandemic came,
The world started falling.
A few free phone calls,
Family I went to calling.
It was all I could do
Not to go insane.
Never in my life
Have I felt so much pain.
Dead, buried and forgotten,
It seems they want me to be.
A free phone call from me,
They refused.
Back in my cell, I pace.
No one ever again
Wanting to see my face.
My heart, mind,
Body and soul
Fighting the treason.
Alone, mother,
Grandmother, father gone.
Can’t numb the pain with a drink.
Can’t inhale it,
Stick it in a vein or in my nose.
Just grows.
What do you say
To someone like me?
I extend my lovely smile,
Help them approach a new day,
Take another step or even a mile.

ABOUT THE WRITER. Mr. Brown is the newest addition to our writing family. He enjoys writing, which is what we are all about, and he contacted us with no more than a brief note, so I don’t know much more about him. I’m curious to see where he goes from here. Mr. Brown can be contacted at:
Michael Lamar Brown #137280
Graceville Correctional Facility
5168 Ezell Road
Graceville, FL 32440