As i sit in a cell in a daze, I continue to see my life as confusing, I've spent 22 years locked in this cage, working to be a better man, praying intensely for forgiveness, and self grooming,

I've work so hard to find grace, as I contemplated about the lives I've ruined, I've studied the path I've laid,and my unsympathetical life steps, I feel I was forced into chosen,

The destruction I undeniably made, or gave, selling cocaine, doing robberies, and growing up astray, in the streets, alone afraid, stop me from being human,

And everyday my soul, spirit, heart and mind as a kid, began to lose touch,
with the reality of any positive thoughts or conclusions,

I seemed to be feeling up with nothing more, than criminal knowledge and thinking anything someone said to me, that held emotion, was a manipulative, deadly intrusion,

I had no choice, but to form barriers and voids, because I was raising myself, amongst, killers, pedophiles, and drug users,

I never imagined, the depths of the shit I was doing to survive and eat, would soak so deep in me, that it would taint and fuck up my future...

©By,StanSteel63rd²/²8/²¹