Cell doors slamming
steel on steel.
Another lock-down,
before a meal.

Here with thoughts,
torture and pain.
Another test,
try to stay sane.

Looking at pictures,
family on the wall.
Wipe my tears,
no time to bawl.

Will I have a chance,
a chance to make it right?
With the right choices,
I think I just might.
By Joshua Roberts