If you’ve read Poems Written by Inmates – Thomas Alexander Porter part 1 part 2, and part 3 and you’d like to read more, then this is the place. Thomas sent me two more poems, straight from his soul, and more are on their way. This is his voice to the world. Find below the newest creations by this wordsmith: To my Dearest Old Friends and A Conversation with Death.
To my Dearest Old Friends
Oh to my dearest old friends
Though many of you are new and some as old as I can’t remember
We are together again
Your covers are off the backs of your beautiful pages
And those pages may seem like the color of yellowish grass
I love you nevertheless
I love you for the words written inside you
that freed me from the hell I had to endure with a thought of an end that was my demise,
I love you for the weight you give
when I’m striving to keep this Grizzly Bear body in shape,
I am sorry I had to separate many of your friends and mine
but I thought of it like this My Beautiful Books,
we are on a new journey
and will meet new friends
and through it, you all will keep me near the sanity I need
to survive whatever the next 2 years hold
I Love You, Dearest Books
A Conversation with Death
Can you tell me, when did you become so popular?
Many have chosen you, not realizing that you are the end,
the darkness, the reason the reel of Life runs no more,
When did you convey to the people that
by giving into depression you’ve become the healthy alternative?
I’ve survived being sentenced to death
living within the possibility of my own demise
for the name of someone else’s form of justice
And now that I’ve escaped your cold embrace
Death, I thought I was safe from you among the Living,
But No, you’ve found a way to be on the minds of dudes
that have a chance to return to their Families, Loved ones, children etc…
Yet Death you seem to be the better choice for so many
Let me ask you, Death
Why! is it when these same men had their freedom
they never thought about killing themselves?
But now having to do the time they are sentenced to,
Boxed in with their own thoughts and emotions,
You, Death, come up, I’ve noticed, in words and thoughts like “I’m going to commit suicide,”
“kill myself,” “I’m depressed,” “I can’t take it anymore,”
“No one loves me,” “she is a bitch and I’ll make her sorry by killing myself, I’ll make them all sorry,”
Death, how did you create a culture of people looking towards you for escape?
I’ve never seen so many line up for your reward of fatality,
He Answers Me, It’s Because I am Death!
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