Part of this journey involves observation, understanding where you are and those that
are around you. There are people here from all walks of life and the story’s of their lives
are both shocking and amazing. In anticipation for tomorrows “Dead Poets Society”
meeting as it has come to be known, I penned this one entitled “Waiting in Vain”
Waiting for a visitor that never will arrive.
His shirt is ironed perfectly, He never felt so alive.
Anticipation grows with every passing hour.
His hair is all greased up, after taking a long hot shower.
They call out the names to go to the visiting room.
These are in person visits, not like those on zoom.
The day passes by, he never did get the call.
He takes off his clothes and to the floor they fall.
Maybe next week he states, there was probably traffic today.
I know I’ll see them soon, there is nothing else to say.
His hope is still alive and this is what keeps him going.
Being left alone so often is a pain that’s not worth knowing.
Prison life is hard enough without being forgotten.
Like a broken promise to an innocent child
Some things in life are rotten.
