‘God, I Am Deeply Sorry’: A Poem for the Prisoners We’ve Lost

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To all the prisoners
who have ever spent time away
from the ones they love.
To all the prisoners we have lost
to a system, past,
present and future.
To all
the angry and unheard
whom it broke,
and spat out.
To all the ailments that have
waged unchecked,
while we forgot to eat.
To the person who
has no idea what it’s like to live
as an alleged offender,
to God,
I am deeply sorry.
Clearly you only have to nominate ‘time travel’ as the subject of a writing competition to get people thinking.
Time, for me, was at first just “the clock on the wall” at high school. When is lunch? When will this test finish? And when is home time?
Have you ever found yourself at the bottom of a well?
The decay of an atom indicates that time itself has passed, it is the origin of our concept of time.