| THE PRISONER....pg 1 This is another one where I woke up in the middle of the night with just the title in my head and no idea what it would be or where it would go...(i LOVE it when He does that!!!) The ending even blew ME away!! Enjoy.... |
As the iron door behind her slammed The young girl jumped in alarm She wore the olive green jumpsuit Of the state correctional farm This was just the beginning Of a mandated 12-year stay “Well, hurry up,” the matron growled “I certainly don’t have all day!” The only cot that wasn’t taken Was one farthest from the door The prisoner let her bundle drop Sat staring vacantly at the floor Two seconds later the lights went out She laid back with her hands ‘neath her head Re-living again the last several months How her drinking left three people dead The girl’s given name was Elizabeth And though she was not yet twenty-one Because of that awful night she remembered Her whole life had now been undone The fight with a snobby co-worker Had led to the charge of assault Which had cost her that brand-new good-paying job And none of it had been her fault!! “But par for the course” Lizzie thought to herself It’s been like that from the very beginning With a dad who’d walked out and a drunk for a mom She’d never had the slightest chance of winning! So why shouldn’t she have drowned all her sorrows She didn’t remember ever leaving the bar But the next scene was burned in her memory As she stared at the wrecked, burning car The highway patrol said she caused the crash Driving drunk sent her car spinning wild And because of her a whole family was killed Two parents and a 9 month-old child The courtroom details were all hazy It was not one offense, but her third She distinctly remembered the sound of the gavel Then : “12 years” was the sentence she heard. Laying there now in the dark, quiet cell Lizzie felt a tear trickling down A sob caught in her throat but she choked it off If she started to cry now she would drown! Besides all through this long awful nightmare She had not shed one single tear And she’d be damned if she would start now She had to be tough…that was clear! Continued >>> |
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