Prisoner writing
The Mind, Enemy or Friend
I fed you, with pain and sadness.
Tears unshed soaked into your heart.
Lost deep inside, hiding in fear,
You ran away from all kindness.
I fed you, with all kinds of drugs,
And with lust and greed thrown in,
To ease your pain with delusion.
I placed clouds over your eyes,
And then buried your heart.
I mislead you, down a dark path,
And you were lost.
Somewhere in the darkness,
Hope never died, but only crawled,
And you felt, what? Sorrow maybe.
For all the pain and sadness spread,
Like germs that kill.
The clouds part a little, and the darkness
That once engulfed you, has faded some.
You hear a thought, and it is gentle
Inside of your tired mind.
The thought is, why? And your answer, ignorance.
Somewhere in another time you stumbled,
And kept on stumbling until you fell.
That is when you became an enemy and
I no longer believed you.
Until this moment, this new day,
Having found regret for the suffering
You have caused, and seeing the effect
With eyes wide open.
New feelings arise, of compassion and caring
For all who suffer.
You no longer have desire
For the things that destroy
The calmness and peace at your door.
A friend has arrived,
And you welcome the silence
With an open mind.
By Bill Van Court,
#623496, D-309
T.R.U/M.C.C.
PO Box 888
Monroe, WA 98272
