After 24 years of serving time before the federal government, and through season after season of an oozment of pain… finally, relief may come. A broad sentencing hearing has been ordered for this fall. Yet, I write this alone, in my cell. The cell’s silence of old, suddenly, is no more. If I listen real hard, a good ghost from the forgotten free sings softly. Sunlight awaits me with God’s glee, yes, God’s glee.

Yes, I have paid for what I have done. I wish for no more of this crowded exsistance. An exsistance where the winds don’t blow and rainbows are turned to black and white.

Yes, I long to be linked to some kind of love. Wish never to kiss and lie olny with a memory called shadow. Shadows, the many I have cast on the walls of these cells. Down with death while living life. Down with having to think and re-think the pain endured since my birth, then, forth to where I sit, aged, staring at the gray wall. Casting… 

 

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