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.

Inside this cage

Strict straight and seemingly silly rules govern but some say dictates

Imagine sitting at night is bending

No head is supposed to be awake

After the door bhangs at nine

Mopping outside lavatory after use

Is the fairest rule

Aren't they really silly

Breaking them is playing with fire

Another incredible thing and it's rampant

Smocking and knocking each other

Wardners will handle that friendly.

This place is a hell to me

But to this buddy sleeping beside

It is a heaven on earth I swear

Otherwise I have alot to pen

But let me save the ink for the diary

Remember till death do us assunder

Lots of love my dear

See you after seventh world ends

Tell the toddler dady's love comes

See you soon sweetest

So much misses my dearest.