Prison Realities

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Prison Realities

Prison is not the way people think it is.  Only prisoners know the real prison.

The real prison is lonlines that sinks its teeth into the souls of people.  Emptiness that leaves

A sick feeling inside.  Its anxiety that pushes and swells.  Uncertanty that smothers and strikes.  Its frustration, futility, despair and feelings of indifference.


The real prison suppresses, deadens and crushes.  The walls seem to close in on an

inmate.  It makes life w/o meaning, life w/o purpose.  Its being incarcerated w/o even notoriety.  W/O the traditional storybook and intrigue.


The real prison is where people struggle ferverently to find the answers to themselves.

The place of routine, where livin is A weary task.  It’s a place of hopelessness that’s

never portrayed on T.V.


The real prison is the mute drama of people who have been payin for their debts for 5, 10, 20 and even 50 years and know that even still their debts are still never paid in

full.  To much real prison is sordiness, indifference and disappointment; crowded in

the confines of corrections are people who have seen so many third rate motels room

in so many different cities, to many smoke filled gin mills on to many skid rows: to many days w/o beauty and to much darkness w/o light.


The real prison is more formidable then the walls make of stone, steel bars and gun towers.  It almost shouts contempt for its fumbling and gropin humanity.

It listens unhearingly, unheedingly to the cries of the damned.


Prison is cold, hard and merciless.  It’s the place of many reasons many

causes and many failures.  The place of countless untold stories.


The real prison is the empty feeling that gnaws at A man who awaits with anxious

anticipation for the letters that never comes and the visits that never arrive.  It’s a

place of despair for the youths committed for the rest of their natural lives.  A future

that has been taken away.


The real prison is the place of regretful men who took lives in the moment of

anger, once the moments of passion were spent, they began payin for their crimes, and

haved payed for them in A thousand different ways.


The narrowness of A cell that crushes and bears 2 heavily, speaks of the real

prison.  The strains of familiar songs on the radio that stab and torture the memory

part of prison life.


The emptiness of days and the lonliness of the nights are repeated endlessly.


The Real Prison?  It is the prison only those who live behind the wall, in the

midst of the action, in the belly of the beast, will ever know.



MA Correctional Institute


To: Sophie


From: Chance


Verbal sentiments to let the views into my vicarious life.

Everybody might not enjoy the read but regardless of anything

I hope that its felt, otherwise, it defeats the purpose of my



5 responses to “Prison Realities

  1. I am a soon to be wife of a lifer in Ca. Please let this man know that he has changed the relationship that I have now with my HUNNY. I read this and sat and cried for an hour,when my lobe called in the am,I apologized for seeming so needy,and asked him to forgive me. Tell him I said,thank you. Stay strong,never give up hope and faith.


    • Chance was released from prison in 2012. I believe he is doing well and working on having some peace in his life. I have not heard from him. Thank you for the information about the book. I will definitely check it out.




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