AN EPISTLE FROM BEHIND BARS
How are you my dear, Greetings of no beer. Am writing to send my fear. Reminiscing how the judge sent me here, my dear. To this place of satan's snare, It's suffering and suffocating,dear. I sleep besides a shoplifter Or should I call him a thief. He never listened to the chief. He walks around with no knife, Healthy and happy, feeding no wife Great full to God for life Off all, reformed by the sentence. How is my toddler doing? My heart is pounding thinking, But I pretend nothing is missing I get sometimes so wild Like a helplessness monkey in a trap When I remember you and the gap Don't you let it be filled up I miss you alot my dear. I sleep in the middle of the lake Without a blanket to cover Seriously sailing with strange hope Like a baby missing mother's warmth I miss you alot my dear. I heard that grandfather is gone I dreamt of father's soon departure I still hope to speak to them when I will be back Like I miss you I already miss them a lot my dear. Insid...