Feel so lost. So consumed with bitterness of what's happening to me. It's a harsh taste, it leaves such a disgusting & foul flavor around any positive thought, will or spirited motivation.
On May 9, 2011 I received my grievance back stating Disciplinary Case # 20110211676 will be overturned & your records will be corrected: Grievance Resolved. Warden Lester.
I'm innocent, but I'm still sitting on F-pod! I've been here since March 28, just like I've been sitting on death row since 1992 for something I didn't do!
I'm innocent, I'm innocent, sure it's the same stuff. When someone is sitting inside a cesspool, will he not smell like a sewage? I'm sitting in hell, submerged beneath so much waste!
Solitary, this is what I am. It's what I've been, hearing the nightward shores of loneliness, waves of thoughts & dreams wash over me; pulling at my soul drowning my spirit inside this goddamn hell hole - just waiting! How could comprehension ever be described where a rational identification is reached?
It's clear, battling alone doesn't provide high hopes here in the miserable darkness created by uncaring prison officials. If anger comes, I'm to blame for accepting the dream, believing in something too good to be true. Something like me being a free man hitting a 150 in a Lamborghini of my dreams - witnessing envy upon everybody's face as I accelerate going by. Accepting this dream to be reality, when it doesn't happen I shouldn't be mad...Just like, when I wake up inside the madness of this hell - all alone.
My life is nothing more than a joke! Prison officials focus upon my letters to discover my thoughts, to see how I think, what I'm thinking about & all that may be going through my mind or discover who is or isn't involved in my life.

My property has been returned! On May 23 I was awakened by the woman working inside the property room and she gave it back to me. The next day this unit was placed on lockdown again! WOW!

02-06-2011, 00:00 geschreven door Sunshine