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Jonathan's Poems

View original inmate poetry featured on Vote for the poetry you like, and visit the inmate's profile. Poetry provides a means for expression and communication. Many people choose to develop their creative skills while incarcerated. This section allows you to read original poetry written by inmates.


Winter wounds plummet still
To the depths of the beating clock.
Longer hours forever fill
The longing in an empty heart.

Winter winds plummet still
Through the hours of moonless dark
In numbing haze and cells they fill
With remorseful cries and forget-me-nots.

Winter ice is left to chill
The veins that lack the warmth
Of friends and lovers and once free will
With brittle hope and empty thought.

Winter’s touch never leaves
The barren wasteland of callous stone
That decimates the memories
Of open minds and land to roam.


Jonathan Clark 1441250
Pocahontas, VA

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