THOUGHTS
Sitting in this cell
I think of all my life,
Living in this hell.
You gave me all you could,
Guilt is always with me,
Much pain you never see.
Me and life's normality
Was never meant to be.
I've tried and tried and tried again,
And give up I can't do,
I want to do some good things, Mam,
To show you I'm good too.
So please see past my problems, Mam,
And never let love fade,
I love you both so dearly, Mam,
Till in my box I'm laid
* This letter was written in prison by a Goole man and sent to his mother. She has asked us to publish his thoughts - Editor.
Published on 17th July 2008 in Letters.
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