Prison

By Thomas Kennedy

I got 10 months left in this Penitentiary
Being without you makes it feel like a century
I’m stuck in here for the crime I did
I hate myself for missing the birth of our kid
They can’t make enough bars to keep me from you
I am sorry for all the pain and hurt I put you through
10 years of my life has been spent in this place
I will never come back, when I see my son’s face
I want to spend the rest of my life cheering you up when you’re down
I swear I will change this time around

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