Convict

Theres emotions trickling to me ,a voice in my soul still calling to me I am a prisoner with no chance of parole ,a life sentence with no repentance hard time in the yard, some friends some enemies most dismiss my situation ,some present nourishment put down in front of me . I bide my time accept my punishment for the crime I'm sure I committed long ago . occasionally I beg for mercy if only to know I can still think and breath as I ease into everyday with no intention of changing my ways,the power of emotion beyond my ability to defend my fate an awesome power beyond my control...