A criminal in his cell.
With a T.V and radio,
what the hell?
Three meals a day
A library down the hall,
A fully kitted gym
Even football.
Enough to keep him going
untill his thoughts get too much,
Can't express his fellings
Craves that human touch.
He's lost in his memories
but forgets her laugh,
No letters, no visits
two years down a different path.
Outside world still spinning.
With no asspirations,
There is no more winning.
Despair kicks in he loses hope.
He ends his life alone,
with a makeshift rope.
He swings lifeless in his cell.
With a T.V and radio.
What the Hell!
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Smith Shine Poetry 
It’s a raw poem indeed–life is hard. God bless you and meet every need.
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Wow. Jail is more better than hell.but who has seen the hell.May be,all those commodities are available in Hell.then what differences between Heaven and Hell😄😄😄😄.left this point.now a days,Ukraine is becoming Hell for Russia.😆😆😆😆😆😆
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It is loses, not looses.
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which o do I lose?
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Either!!!
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I am so with you. I hate prisons. I can’t see the value to anyone. I just don’t know what to do instead. Best wishes.
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I dont think anyone does really. I dont think so many antisocial people all locked together is healthy at all. There is obviously very dangerous peolpe who need to be away from the general public but most are addicts of some sort or suffering mental health issues.
Thanks for reading and commenting 😊
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What has happened to you? It is Sunday and you are offering a macabre poem, no matter how good or right..
Joanna
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death, murder, suicide unfortunately has no days off. I wish I didnt have to write this morning but I did.
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