I´m a fleeting thought in the minds of few,
housed in a 9 x 7, 63 -square- foot cage
here on Florida´s Death Row.
I deal daily with a never-ending
cycle of pain and loneliness that few
outside these walls even realize exits.
My pain and loneliness are not the normal
cycle of pain existing in the world
outside these concrete walls and razor-wirde fences.
No, my pain and loneliness are way , way beyond
your comprehension. And it´s a pain I´d wish
on no one, not even my worst enemy.
I bear a pain and loneliness that few
will ever know as I stand at my cell bars
staring far off into the distance at
a world I once knew, but will never know
again, yes ... a world for which I have
become a fleeting memory to few,
and a non-existing soul to those I never knew.
Ronald W. Clark
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