Daunting Existence
I strain to look out, so far away,
through the crack in the window,
at the dawn of the day.
To catch a glimpse of freedom
far off in the distance,
escaping this cage
and my daunting existence.
I can see freedom,
but only in my past,
so please tell me why,
am I trying to last?!
Existing in this world,
that has diminished all hope,
so please tell me how
I'm suppose to cope?
For I stand at my call bar's
staring off in the distance,
yet I still have to cope
with my daunting existence.
Written by Ronald W. Clark, Jr
October 24, 2005

So Unkind

I struggle with my hopes,
I struggle with my dream's,
and I struggle everyday,
with my life, it seems.
Stretching one day
off into another,
existing in this world
for my mother.
A world so, so unkind,
unlike hers this is mine.
Held off-in suspense,
held in by razor wire fence.
Concrete, steel and stone,
I'm left here all alone.
Where day's turn into week's
week's into month's
and month's into year's
blended together
with so many tear's.
A world of doom, a tiny cage,
a small ass room,
Nine by six feet-
of living space.
A world like no other place.
Two world's, two heart's,
separated miles apart.
Yes, unlike her's this is mine,
Aworld that is so, so unkind.
Written by Ronald W. Clark, Jr
October 22, 2005

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.

Loneliness

I know loneliness
like most will never know
I know loneliness
like most will never feel.
I know loneliness
a feeling that's so surreal
I know loneliness
like no one should ever know.
I know loneliness
I know it's feel
For I'm captivated by it
held to it's will.
I know loneliness
I know it's deadly silence.
Yes, I know loneliness
I know it all to well.
For this loneliness is my deep dark hell.
Written by Ronald W. Clark, Jr.
October 3, 2004

-Insanity-

Here where insanity looms
in the implorable cage of doom
Where you shall launguish
in complete mental anguish
For here days turn into weeks
weeks into months and months into years
all blended together
with devastating tears
insanity shall rain
causing heartache and pain
For it shall appear
that insanity is near
Captivated by concrete, steel, and stone
Where the heart shall exist, exist all alone
My apparition of hope
is dangling from the end of a rope
Captivated and distraught
with suicidal thoughts
Withering here under the sentence of death
smothered by this cage
gasping for breath
In the implorable cage, cage of doom
Where insanity clearly, clearly looms.
January 18 2005