Sunday, August 06, 2006

A Picture
One innocent, lonely, scared young man,
With only a pen, and paper in hand.
Questions are bountiful inside his mind,
as he sits there doing time.

Time is his friend, and his enemy too.
Yet he is no different than me or you.
He hurts inside, although it doesn't show.
As feelings of fear continue to grow.

He loves and is loved by family and friends.
Yes, he hurts for himself, but more for them.
For they too are victims, of a system gone bad,
And as strong as they are, still sometimes they're sad.

It helps him to know that he is not alone.
What helps even more is that God is still on the throne.
God is the one who puts the wind in our sail,
And we know in the end, He will prevail.

As one of his children, i'm never alone.
I know for sure that someday soon,
"I'll be coming home."

Written by Sammy Flippen


Blogger Samslilcuz said...

Sammy did not commit this crime nor should he be put to death for it. Sammy is the most loving, caring person you could meet. I am still holding on faith that God will intervine and I find strength in this poem that he wrote himself.

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