Department of corrections

by Keith D Allison

Registration number 159883
unit 4B-204
box number 78200
city of detention 809043

Whiskey whiskey
Sweet glass of wine
songs in the night
Crystal meth did hide

Days of cunning
the carnage
the peddling
of the Rose

the pains of remorse
closing of the bars

Days of denial
lonely echoes
alcohol, drug addiction
Will the heart bleed for a new home

Some say it will
others say same old story
the time ticks
waiting for parole


Posted on 07/27/2010
Copyright © 2023 Keith D Allison

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 07/27/10 at 05:44 AM

This is s stark view of the bare facts...straight from the underbelly,(or nearly any television or news show.) But, like you do so well, Keith, you bring a heart into the mix...images of a wondering humanity...the melencholy of disconnection and dysfunction. Well done (imho). Thanks.

Posted by Colleen Sperry on 07/27/10 at 01:11 PM

interesting write..

Posted by George Hoerner on 07/27/10 at 02:32 PM

A very good write. We put tags on everyone to protect ourselves from our phobias and see no dignity in those we lock away. If we keep it up, everyone will be on the inside looking out at no one. Let's draw the line a little closer to home.

Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 07/28/10 at 02:12 PM

an interesting look into one of our many flawed systems...

Posted by Max Bouillet on 07/29/10 at 01:53 AM

Number, addictions, and hazy memories wrapped in time culminate in the waiting. Quelling the need to run with words. Exquisite write.

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