Sometimes letters from humans in prison, entering prisons as children, are Poems…
How I wished to teach those hidden talents to write – not only sometimes but always.
Please, don´t shrink back watching & reading These lines, written by a Young Person who murdered as a youth.
Give him a Chance, please:
“Here, my life behind bars offers understanding for those of you who venture into ‘the life’ with no understanding of its consequences:
the adversity, the obstacles and the journey one must travel alone when the gavel is slammed, your cell is locked and the lights go out.
A Hole Within a Hole In a hole, within a hole, inside a prison is where I dwell- the Special Management Unit at USP Lewisburg.
Days to nights, nights to dawn.
I roll out my rack to the sight of nothing.
“How did I get here?”, I ask myself.
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