Sacred memories painted black on
brokeness of hard times
canvases.
Mirrored images of many men confined
who remind me of me
in memory.
Souls tear stained with blood of
our ancestors
past.
Injustices pain like rain falls forming
puddles around
ankles like shackles.
Unwritten script fist clenched against
bad
experiences within the penal system.
Too many talented dreamers
behind
prison fences.
Prison Central is confinement of the
mind
Black life in eyes still shinning but dimming
He went from
living to merely existing.
