Quiet
Then came the storm.
Everything I once knew was no more.
My world turned upside down.
Fantasized treasures snatched from the palms of my very hands.
Lost,
Not only prized possessions, but a love i once knew.
Time,
only an enemy,
Creeping courageously upon my future
Tomorrow,
What awaits?
Yet another storm
Calamity, chaos and confusion
The roof over my head comes with barbed wire, gun towers, shanks, and right before the storm……silence!
The storm twists and topples my surroundings,
Pinning men into rage.
Even at this very moment I have to keep my eyes open but cover my ears as the thunderous eruptions of prison become deafening
Quiet……..
can can you hear?
With the storm comes yells, screams and men crying and pleading for yet another chance.
It never comes.
Because the storm has come!
![](https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3757/10965456385_62b0d4f1d9.jpg "Jermaine "Murda" Ray")
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