A friend who died before his time.
~THEN I DIED~
Freedom taken
Life forsaken
Steel bars
Painful scars
Mental strains
Concrete walls
No one hears your calls
Nothing’s fair
Hard to bear
Mind games
Nicknames
Count bells
Stair wells
Masked strangers
Constant dangers
Jingling keys
Trembling knees
Lonely hours
Faith sours
Years wasted
Hope tasted
Questions Why
Then I died….
Florida death row April 28, 2008
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3 comments:
wondering who you are and your connection to Coday. Thanks. Your poem was beautiful!
i only hope billy coday was in alot of pain during his death lets not forget he klled two women to bad it took him so long to kill himself you see i knew coday his whole life he used to be my mean cousin
hurrah he is dead
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