Letters from Home

Dear scumbag

Don’t write again. When you come out you have no home. The kids don’t want to see you.

The Ex (No kisses)

Dear PRISONER

Why did you let us all down? Your mother cries herself to sleep all night. Waste. Waste. Why did I ever bother. I won’t from now on

I used to be your Father

Dear Hated Hated Man

Do you know what you put us through?

Your victims

Dear Sinner

You are nothing. You are nothing. Worse than shit. Worse than anything.

Don’t bother prayng ’cause I’m not listening to your bullshit anymore

God

Dear You

Can I borrow the newspaper. If you say no, I’ll get you

The bloke on the bottom bunk

Dear Loser

We really don’t give a f*** about you anymore

No love,

Society

Dear man

Keep writing the poems. They’re getting better. They move me. They might move others. Keep it real

Regards, Your teacher

By Prisoner JK-5700

The Prison

Build me a prison

Give it four walls.

And empty and echoing concrete halls

Bar all the windows

Lock all the gates

Shut out the sunshine

Before it’s too late

Make there be wings

A B and C

And a place for the nonces and weirdos to scream

Build me a prison

Fill it with men

Make them where navy and grey and then

give them nothing to do

except fight and mope

then take away freedom

and take away hope.

 

By ANON