Dont forget to Remember Me
This is poem #2 about the year I spent locked up for a crime I didn't commit.out of sight, out of mind is true all too often, whether I'm standing here, or lying in my coffin, everyone goes through hell, we can all relate, the lockdown horn just blew, I better not be late, seeing my kids through bullet proof glass, it's a different kind of pain, feel free to pray to God, he wont stop the rain, if you let your time to you, you will go insane, an estimated 36% of inmates are innocent, but must endur...