Plea of Innocence
I'm in a cell with a man I do not know
He's blind to my world and I to his
I feel like a discarded picture
stuffed away in an attic
20 years have snaked its way
leaving lines all over my faces
I could dream away moments
by latching onto a fallen tree
letting the current bend my will
something prison could not do
I would rather sink to the bottom
where it is cold and lonely
while holding onto my plea of innocence
By: James Collins
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