Paying The Time
You spend the time you did the crime; it stings as though an open wound is being filled with juice from a lime. You sit in a little place with bars in the front and walls on the side, people are glad since you are out of society but its the worst place to hide. I now feel the guilt upon my shoulders for what I have done, at the time it seemed like loads of fun. Now I have all the time to ponder about my mistakes, sadly enough I have caused so many heartaches. I am stuck in this cell block with nothing that I enjoy, I guess now is the time for me to do things I should have as a little boy. I can now lift weights and read books which ever ones I may, I can also learn to pray and make this a routine each day. I spend my cold nights sleeping on this tattered bed; I feel as though I get the worse meals long as its food I am happy that I have been fed. We go out in the day to shoot hoops and play ball, A long wait each time on the new day to make my one call. I miss my family and how much they mean to me, sometimes its hard in here for me I just want to pick up my things and flee. Its going to be sometime until I am back out in public, doing the things I enjoy time will go by but it sure won't be quick. I receive the love from the ones who know me best by letters, I get to see what's going on in there life these things seem to make my day better. When I get out I will scream and shout, this I know because of the joy that I will feel with out a doubt.
By:
Riley P. Maygren
Riley P. Maygren