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Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow

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Take my Place

September 24, 2020 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I’m not everything you want me to be but this is my life
this is not syfy
by rights, this is my fight
I live on with connections coming and going like WiFi
my worst moment is a highlight
I try to dream under a night sky, I haven’t walked under for the last 6years of my life
I started writing because it helped me better reflect on hindsight
while realizing the fake love riding up on my blind side
the connotations and perceptions I fight
yet it gave me a platform and showed me fighting depression has an upside
now my down, was found upside
down, where you found me
out, where so many, even those too close, were counting
when the presence of loneliness kept surrounding
me, and I can’t swim but my words being heard kept me from drowning
deep..eh mhm!
so you can see with the eyes I see
can I speak free?
Enter into my dystopia
society-oppress
memories-repressed
emotions-depressed
head strong sleepy hollowness hanging hovering my chest
I’m a reject
I’m what they detest
I’m what they eject
they prefer I digress
and then regress
they chauffeur my worst, not innocent until proven guilty because the police cruiser my “guilt trip”, no need to detect
I’m no Ryan Seacrest
I cry in secret
I’m seen as a defect
I’m detached, and opportunity is honey, which comes with a catch-grab it from a killer bee’s nest
let me reset
OK, I admit
I wish all my bad I could remit
I submit
I repent
this is where I was sent
but not where I was meant
or was it?
redemption
it seems I’m exempt from contention
never mention content
dissention-contempt
intentions present
a new path I invent
now make way for my vision
listen..
I can change
I can chase
I can be chained
until my skin is chapped
there is no escape
mirror mirror shows My face
so if you get caught up in offering your overly destructive opinion, don’t stop there, offer to switch and take My place

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Prose of a Con

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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