What Will I Do?

I’ve been sitting all morning watching the sun’s glare
If I concentrate hard enough I can feel my heart tear
Watching the world turn, where will it go?
I think I’m brain dead or it’s going real slow
I used to have feelings where I could love and cared
Even a tear or two I have shared
While writing this poem my mind’s gone blank
My soul no longer exists, my emotions all sank
I realise being in gaol is where I have to be
Until I behave myself and let others see
When will I control myself and the anger inside?
Because the way I am, I’ll probably just die.

by Paul Marshall
March 29, 2003
Posted with permission

Author of "Scarred for Life"