I, write this poem with an objective in mind,
If the message do not reach your senses that’ll be just fine,
When strangers meet, some depart as friends,
Totally oblivious to the elements within.
When the friendship delivers the road of truth,
We ask ourselves what sign’s did I Miss and who are you.
As we equivocate from the deep emotions inside,
We trick ourselves into sabotaging the precious prize.
The prize that we know should have been,
now float’s aimlessly in the breeze of sin.
As fragments of the precious prize return,
We deepens our conscience in an effort to learn.
For, consequences is a must in the face of the truth,
and excuses are not an option when you deny you.
So, let us be true to ourselves when the truth abounds,
That way the message is always clear and never move’s around.

Submitted by: Alexander Cameron #1172733
Beaumont Correctional Center
3500 Beaumont Road
Beaumont, Virginia 23014