Nov. 15, 2013

Death Row

by Ronald W. Clark, Jr (author's profile)

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Death Row

Death Row is a place
Where a man is disgraced
Where flies don't land
And birds don't sing
Where there's no love
For anything
Where one seeks love
But can not find
For people truly feel
We are a waste of time
So you sit in your cage
Day after day,
And watch your life
Waste away.
You have no hopes
You have no dreams
You have no meaning
it surely seems.

Written February 1, 1999
By Ronald W. Clark, Jr.
The Death Row Poet

Ronald W. Clark, Jr. #812974
Union Correctional Institution
7819 N.W. 228th Street
Raiford, Florida 32026-4440

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charlottelouise Posted 5 years, 8 months ago. ✓ Mailed 5 years, 8 months ago   Favorite
:( made me sad but its a beautiful poem, thanks for making this and sharing

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