This poem was written by Brett McKeehan, an inmate in a State prison system. Brett has written a lot of free-form poetry over the many years he has been incarcerated, and this is one that depicts some of the despair inmates feel. I hope you enjoy it.
Drifting to Nowhere
Drifting in an ebb and flow to nowhere.
My greatest fear is that no one will remember my years.
No mark, no stamp to prove I was here, was there, come from where?
Only a legacy of brutality seemingly unspoken.
Haunting me, it’s a cycle I cannot break, seems to be my fate,
This little tittle of a square, not ever letting me go anywhere.
I had dreams, but screams rule my dreams of late.
Once again but not of my volition, I find myself in a state of contradiction.
Did I request this? Did nothing to deserve this … this time!
Slowly sapping away at the life in my veins.
Sometimes I wish I had it in me to cry, at times even wishing it would all just die away … all of this.
I wonder if I’d even be missed, almost brings that tear to my eye.
Been so long since I can remember any type of love that really did matter.
I search each day, and by month and by year to find those feelings that once were there.
Alas, alas, I search for them still.