Human Being
Donate Here
•
Poetry
As I come back to jail
I walk through that familiar door
I promised by mum and kids
I wouldn’t break the law
Now here I am sitting
In a cell like before
4 x 4 cement walls
Bunk beds and all
It’s my birthday
I’m 35 today
Once released
I will not lead astray
I have done just over
12 years since turning eighteen
I’m sober and off the drugs
I will leave jail clean
This is my story
This is what I mean
We all make mistakes
After all I’m a human being
As I come back to jail
I walk through that familiar door
I promised by mum and kids
I wouldn’t break the law
Now here I am sitting
In a cell like before
4 x 4 cement walls
Bunk beds and all
It’s my birthday
I’m 35 today
Once released
I will not lead astray
I have done just over
12 years since turning eighteen
I’m sober and off the drugs
I will leave jail clean
This is my story
This is what I mean
We all make mistakes
After all I’m a human being
How to Make Bannoffee Pie in a Secure Unit
By Garth
A sweet treat using buy-up staples.
Creative
ISSUE NO. 20
•
1 MIN READ
I Am Tired
By Anthony
Tired from being told what to do. I am tired of love, tired of being deemed guilty, tired of my own remorse. I am tired of my own self-doubt, my own shadows and especially tired of my own face.
Creative
ISSUE NO. 20
•
I Hate You, Crystal Meth
By Mackenzie
Hate’s a strong word, but for you it’s reserved. I hate what you’ve taken from me, my parents, my childhood and my glee.
Creative
ISSUE NO. 20
•
1 MIN READ
Twelve Years Trying to Patch Up My Soul
By Abynei
My blue eyes look so drained, but I’m strong, I’ll make it through.
Creative