Does anyone know me? Does anybody truly care? Of not for Mother, Be there no soul which I could share. Feels like everyone’s watching and they don’t actually see Locked in ourselves, No bars to which, From set us free One moments’ OK, next WHO THE HELL AM I? Why do I feel THIS way,…

LORD I’M TIRED ENOUGH, OF PLAYIN THIS GAME I NOW REMEMBER, IT’S DRIVING ME INSANE ! ALL MY LIFE, WAS TAUGHT WHAT IS RIGHT. WHAT I DIDN’T KNOW, THAT RIGHT IS MY FIGHT ! I THOUGHT I COULD BEAT THIS, JUST SHOWS I DIDNT KNOW. CAN’T SEE HOW WEAK I AM, DIDNT IT EVER SHOW…

When they go home. I’m left here alone. Skin and bone, are the only things that stay with me. We are no more. We become what I was before. A sore on my mother’s heart. Her birth pains from the very start. Those screams are not of joy. Theres no parade waiting, after they tell…

In the depths of darkness, where shadows dance upon the walls of injustice, I find solace in the stroke of my pen. Wrongly accused and wrongly convicted, I wear the chains of a crime I did not commit. But even in the confines of this cold, unforgiving cell, my spirit remains unshackled. As an artist,…

Views From The Inside The Hole November 8, 2022 Chiron Francis 2 Comments Day One (Down I Go) I wake to something crawling on my face, instinctively removing what feels like a very large cockroach as pain jolts through my shoulder and the part of my face I just touched.  One of my nostrils is clogged up…