By: Cedric McClester

Like being in prison
I had nothing but time
To examine the things
That were on my mind
When I didn’t know
Just what I would find
After going through life
Practically blind

I used the time
To carefully reflect
About certain things
I didn’t suspect
Things that I badly
Needed to correct
That otherwise might have
Gone on unchecked

I once was
A paranoid schizophrenic
Full of false beliefs
That made me inauthentic
To the point where others
Came to resent it
That’s breaking news
That I don’t want printed

Like being in prison
I counted the days
That I had remaining
To change my ways
If I could get passed
My usual malaise
I knew circumspection
Often time pays












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