Darkness and loneliness fill my cell,
With pain and fear to great to yell.
I wait for the mail officer to deliver to me,
As I wipe away tears, that no one will see.
I pray so sincere with my head raised above
“Please, God, soon send me a letter of love.”
I long to gaze upon pages so dear,
With riches to bring my loved ones near.
Words of diamonds on pages of gold;
A message from heaven as their story is told,
“We love you, miss you, and pray you’ll be free.”
A treasure-filled envelope just for me.
Please bring memories of joys I once knew.
Family, friends and things I would do.
The darkness and pain of my cell will prevail,
As my name, again, was not called for mail.
