PRISON POETRY

                                  AN OLD ANGEL CRY

   WHILE SLEEPING ONE NIGHT, I HAD A DREAM. IT LEFT A TALE TO TELL. I DREAMED I SAW AN ANGEL AND SHE WASN'T LOOKING WELL.HER BODY WAS BRUISED AND BATTERED,HER WINGS WERE RIPPED AND TORN.I SAW THAT SHE COULD BARELY WALK AND THAT SHE WAS TIRED;AND HER HOPE WAS WORN IWALKED OVER TO HER AND I SAID'' ANGEL HOW CAN THIS BE?'' SHE TRIED TO SMILE AS SHE SAID THESE WORDS TO ME.''I'M YOUR GAURDIAN ANGEL,QUITE A JOB  AS YOU CAN SEE.YOU'VE LIVED A VERY HARD LIFE WITH THAT YOU MUST AGREE.YOUVE BROKEN LAWS AND HEARTS,AND YOU SEE WHAT YOU DID TO ME.THESE BRUISES ARE FROM SHEILDING YOU. I DO MY BEST STILL.THE DRUGS YOU USE SO DANGEROUSLY,I OFTEN PAID THE BILL.MY WINGS YOU SEE ARE TORN AND RIPPED A NOBLE BADGE I BEAR.TOO MANY TIMES THEY'VE SHEILDED YOU FROM DANGER,THOUGH YOU WERE UNAWARE.YES EVERY MARK BEARS A STORY OF PAIN AND DANGER IVE DESTROYED,YOU'VE MADE ME WISH MORE THAN ONCE THAT I WAS UN-EMPLOYED.IF ONLY YOU WOULD EMBRACE LIFE AND TRY TO DO GOOD ON YOUR OWN IT WOULD STOP THE PAIN AND SUFFERING RTHAT COMES FROM BEING ALONE.I WILL ALWAYS BE THERE TO WATCH OVER YOU UNTIL MY STRENGTH FAILS.AS FOR WHEN THAT WILL BE ALL I CAN SAY ''IS IM GETTIN OLD AND FRAIL.''WHEN I AWOKE I THOUGHT ABOUT MY DREAM AND HOW MUCH SHE SEEMED TO CARE,THEN I LOOKED AROUND MY PRISON CELL AND MY HEART SANK IN DESPAIR.I WONDERED  WHY I EVEN CARED.THEN I LOOKED UP AT THE CEILING AND SAW MY ANGEL SITTING THERE

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