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A poem I wrote in jail

100 miles (11-21-2013)

Cam00730by Beautiful Felon07 May 2014

I'm damn near 100 miles from my last known home,
this silence from the outside world hits hard when I realize I'm totally alone,
its not the sobriety so much that sucks when I face plant my own reality,
it's missing all the people that I once thought cared for me,
it just gets intensified when the drugs aren't there to numb the pain,
and being stuck in a shit hole only helps to drive you insane,
you become just a number and a color classified on a wristband,
criminals left out and forgotten about cuz at the bottom is where we stand..