Poetry

Sometimes when I’m alone I cry
Hoping the world could hear me
But do the Lord care.
 
Try to reminisce though it hurts
When I was in the penitentiary,
At least I could find somethin’ to eat
And I would have somebody to talk to,
When I’m alone.
 
I still pray for better days though life is hard
We carry on.
Can somebody help me, tell me where to go
From here
Cause out here I’m alone