I made this awhile ago it’s about a man in prison I only decided to publish it because there is an author on this sight named Casey Kelly who published a poem entitled if these walls could talk which reminded me of this poem. (Which at the time I made it was a verse for a song I made entitled The Hearts Of Men).
I had a dream more like a vision
Of a man wasting away in prison
He has a story to tell but nobody will listen
He peeks out into the hall
Searching for anybody to talk to at all
In this story i take the roll of the wall
I take the roll of the bar’s
That separate him from the guards
I see how his life’s been so hard
Everything he touches is scarred
I feel the secrets he writes at night in blood
Mixed with the dirt on his finger’s looks like he’s written in mud
His Wife and Daughter are long gone
His eye’s sing a sad song
The other prisoner’s sing along
These four wall’s become his world
His sheets become his girl
I’ve been here and seen this before I watch vigilante
The all knowing wall’s forever omnicient
I’m forced to watch over him
As he’s trapped in this prison
For all of his sin’s
This is what I see when i look into the heart’s of men
Nicely done. It is interesting how we see a poem or article that someone else has written and it reminds us of one we had wrote long ago, or puts thoughts in our heads of a new one to write 
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