An Incarcerated Truth
Willy Pleasance
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Poetry
Belief in a future, they do persist
For everyone has the right to exist
But in my mind, for myself I despair
My life and potential, I am aware
Faces barriers, they say are deserved
‘Til death's how long I will truly serve
I have no ability to repent
When I have everlasting punishment
What more can I do with this useless breath
Still I do mourn the loss of her caress
Her strength failed when she turned her back on me
Replacing love with hate so callously
My light, my hope, asunder is now torn.
I wither away beneath the world's scorn.
Date Published
November 11, 2025
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