A Poem from Wallens Ridge State Prison

I’m confined to a world behind four walls
Where no one can see me and I receive no calls
Often I sleep and awaken alarmed
Thinking that I may be harmed
Thank God it’s a dream as I come to my senses
Then look out the window and still see fences
I make it somehow throughout the whole day
Waiting for mail call, but none for me they say
Not a letter, a note, or even a card
With nobody out there time really seems hard
Just a word or two to say everything’s fine
A few small words to ease my mind
Kind words, well wishes, just knowing you’re there
Anything for me to show you care
You’ll never know how much your book means
Until you’ve been where I’ve been
And seen what I’ve seen

Written by Appalachian Prison Book Project

APBP sends free books to people imprisoned in six states.

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