Life of a Prisoner
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Poetry
‘Tis just another day behind the wall.
With musters here and musters there
It surely wearies, one and all.
I sit with friends and chew the fat,
Be it in the pod or in the yard,
It’s our daily lives, and that’s a fact.
We meet good blokes with stories to tell,
Guilty or innocent, it makes no diff.
At the end of the day, we are all in cells.
Morning comes with muster and unlock,
A bite of breaky.
As we all take stock.
Friends depart with occasional tears.
Some head home and some do not,
As some like me, are here for years.
‘Tis just another day behind the wall.
With musters here and musters there
It surely wearies, one and all.
I sit with friends and chew the fat,
Be it in the pod or in the yard,
It’s our daily lives, and that’s a fact.
We meet good blokes with stories to tell,
Guilty or innocent, it makes no diff.
At the end of the day, we are all in cells.
Morning comes with muster and unlock,
A bite of breaky.
As we all take stock.
Friends depart with occasional tears.
Some head home and some do not,
As some like me, are here for years.
‘Love is Rebuilding My Life’
By Phillip
There’s irony, hypocrisy, fallacy, a vast ocean of distance to cross. The “saint”, the “sinner”, it’s lunacy, that the ignorant could save the lost.
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ISSUE NO. 22
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2 MIN READ
Methfairytale
By Karie
I’m not belle of the ball, not the very least, but we have something in common, I’m in love with a beast. But the beast is not a person but a drug that I call meth, I’ve been talking to myself for hours, I’m running out of breath.
Creative
ISSUE NO. 22
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1 MIN READ
Art From Inside
By Lanie
Our team was blown away by this beautiful painting.
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