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Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow

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They only see

January 15, 2018 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Numb, because all I know is hurt
They only see the dirt
Not what arose and bloomed
Soaked through from an open wound
Felt closed in a tomb, with the aroma of dew
I was so consumed, by the notions you-
Chose to focus through, what else was I supposed to do?
Options choked and bruised, comatose provoked and used
With a hopeless view, through a window that broke into-
Two pieces, atoned and doomed
If u ever pick up the phone, what tone would you use?
Would you forgive my wrongs and see a stronger dude?
Or would you just leave me alone and let the tone, click, through..?

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Prose of a Con is a collection of Russell Wardlow’s prose and poetry written entirely behind bars. Through writings on family, spirituality, freedom, love, justice, redemption, and vulnerability, Russell seeks to show the humanity and hope of individuals like himself who are incarcerated.

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