Ok so i have a friend named Corey. Hes a real decent man. Walking the christian path. But he keeps it real. So he is a poet, no bs. And a damn good one.
So having read many of his poems, and those of other inmates. I’d like to put some on the blog. He has 2 in particular i’d like U to post Amy. They are really thought prevoking and crazy honest.
The reason i died was because i was broken
An old vending machine that just ate my token
Could’nt sleep without pills, wake up hating life
I’d be mad at the world, my family, my wife
I took her to church but not for a wedding
We were at my funeral, the day i was dreading
The reason i am gone is because i was hated
A life full of dope, no hope, segregated
But then i woke up in a box made of concrete
Walking in circles in hell like a zombie
At first i was blind but i started to see
It was heaven not hell that filled the cell around me
How could i be happy, locked up cause of theft?
The right path was in front of me but i chose the left
I can finaly say i’m at peace and i’m sober
A catch 22, cause i wish it was over
The reason i took was so that i could give
And the reason i died was so that i could finally live.
Written by: Corey F. 2017