Questions of Time

Is it a mistake more than when it costs you your freedom and rights?
Does a single tear seem more when it´s shed in the silence of night?
Does the fact I´m incarcerated cancel the fact I´m a good person at heart?
Will those I love and respect forget me because we´re apart?
Do I deserve to be oppressed, discarded from society?
Why can´t I be free mentally, no matter how hard I try to be?
Will I ever meet someone understanding or continue to be judged?
Can I continue to fight coldness that attempts to rid my heart of love?
How is it I scream of prison´s injustices, but a sound is never heard?
Is the notion of happiness while incarcerated totally absurd.
Are these questions important to others when they´re trapped inside my mind?
Do others incarcerated have these Questions,
these “Questions of Time”?

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Greetings to all.

My name is Jeremiah Stubbs, and I am an aspiring author.
I enjoy writing long letters, stories, and poetry.
Above is a poem I wrote about prison and the confusion of.

I am interested in meeting new people and possibly making a new friend in the process.
If you´d like to get to know me, exchange letters or just comment on my poem, I´d like to hear from you.
I will respond to all.

Some quick info:
I ´m 28 years of age, from Jacksonville, Florida.
I am incarcerated for un-armed robbery of a bank.
I´m humble, honest, kind hearted with a great sense of humor – guaranteed at least 2 smiles per letter  

 

To learn more, please write me at:

Jeremiah Stubbs, #J06818
Florida State Prison
7819 NW 228th St.
Raiford, Fl 32036
USA