Fleeting thought

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