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Mail Call

The following is a poem by an adult in custody at EOCI.

Mail Call

Darkness and loneliness fill my cell, with pain and fear to great to yell.

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 loves one’s 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 will be free.” A treasure filled envelope just for me.

Please bring memories of joy 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….


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