One’s Open Eye
By Marquez Clark
I truly feel God puts pain
in one’s eyes, only to make
them strong, eyes are to be open
and not closed to the people who
show them a better purpose. I’ve
had so many chances to live
a life of good, but none have
been this strong. I can open
my eye and see my blessings.
Ears are to hear the thoughts
of all, but the mind only
takes in the good. I can
really see that now. Some people
pray to be heard. But some pray
to speak out loud. I feel that
everyone needs a person to hear
them and speak back. Don’t be
afraid to do either I tell myself.
I thank you for giving me
the chance to do all of these
things through this paper. Stay
strong and open….
She Loves Me
By Marquez Clark
My heart found you, Marquez,
in the darkest place, yet still
I see your light, your love,
your face. Behind those walls,
where time move’s slow, my
love for you just continues
to grow.
I feel you in each breath I
take, in every move, in every ache.
No bars can hold what we both
feel, this kind of love is
strong and real.
I dream of you both night
and day, of holding you in every
way. Your voice, your touch, your gentle
kiss, are all the things I truly miss.
But even now, we’re not apart, you
live forever in my heart. And when
you’re free and home with me, we’ll
write our love like destiny.
So hold on tight, don’t let it
break, this bond we share, this
love we make. No matter how long
I must wait, I’ll stand by you,
Marquez, my soulmate.
7th Day HEAVEN
By Marquez Clark
1st day I woke up and found you. I was in love by day 2. Day 3 you had me, even more by day 4. Day 5 I knew I only wanted “you” in my life, b-cuz on day 6 I got our first kiss. By day 7 I realized God has sent me an Angel and this love must be heaven….
My Window
By Marquez Clark
As I look out my window, I see cars going by like light within these walls. One can only wish to be free as a bird or a C.O. going in and out of these doors as they please. Keep strong, I tell myself as the sun goes down or the moon falls. Making phone calls to hear joy in families voice to uplift your spirit. Then looking down, staring at 4 walls and back to your window. Only to see the cars go by once again and the cars going by once more outside my window.
Never Too Late for Change
By Marquez Clark
Growing up, watching drug dealers,
Dope fiends, all my life,
So it was inevitable to become one.
I chose money, cars and clothes.
When you’re young watching those things,
You choose a path either long or short.
You don’t know where you’ll end up.
You can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel,
Or the house y0u’ll be living in.
You only see the day-to-day struggle.
Growing up seeing family and friend
Moving on, going to work
To make something of themselves.
Others smoking and stealing things.
You never know where life will take you.
Some may say change is too late…
But that’s only because you don’t want to
Or are afraid of change.
Don’t be…it’s never too late.
Being locked up for these things
Have changed me and opened my
Eyes to new life.
I have school, I have work,
And I’ll be released to a changed life,
As well as mind.
It may take some time,
But never feel it’s too late
To change.
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