Mail Call
Darkness and loneliness fill my cell,
With pain and fear too great to tell.
I wait for the mailman 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 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 used to do.
The darkness and pain of my cell will prevail,
As my name, again, was not called for mail.
