A request from A prisoner

Dear Lord
My soul provider
My life grace
My lesson instructor,
My world presenter
My sovereign gate keeper
Oh, Dear Lord,
Why hath thou bestow unto me
Trials
Precarious nothings
Doubtful hope?
Query of giving me life
Hath never have been made.
Sensations are continual
Of sentencing to a punishment
A Prison!
Who were the things,
In my former life?
What deed did I bestow
Upon the world?
What have I done!
Oh, Dear Lord,
I wake up with the
Request of
Never waking again.
Fro some trouble will
Shadow my doorstep.
What am I here for?
Who am I to be?
For what retribution?
Punishment?
Why am I
This ceded person whose
Battles flourishes more
Than prosperity?
Whose prosperity makes
Suffering easy?
Whose happiness is as
Elusive as death.
Whose morning waking is
Painful and abhorred.
I beg and plead
For parole
Or
Probation
From this “so called”
Life.
Still trapped in
Repetition from past
Events.
Being styled constantly
From what I have perceived
myself
Loudly told of personal
Failures
Through mine and
Others sight.
The perpetual want
To flee
The perpetual want
To escape
Always unhappy
Never content
And afraid of both .
Loath human
Contact
Yet seek with
Tenacity.
Apparent innocence
Yet self defeating
Guilt.
Dear Omnipotent
Soul,
For what reason
Am I occupying
This unhappy human?
They told me you
Give whatever the
The heart truly needs,
I need to be released.
I need a new
Beginning.
I need a new
World.
Dear Lord,
Hear my request
Let it not be taken
As another request
For a Pony.
Dear, Dear Lord!
I love you dearly.
For you and my love
Ones,
Is greater by far
Than the love I would
Have for this life
For myself .
This dark olive,
Differently oriented,
Sexual minority,
Would like to go
Would like to have a pardon
I have learned all
The lesson that is needed
To learn and be taught,
I have seen enough
For my soul to understand.
I do regret any wrong
I may have treaded upon.
Your omnipotence,
Yet, I have learned.
I live for others
However, I never seem
To please them,
Nor you.
I want to come home.
No, Lord
I am truly homesick .
No more, Lord.
I have had my limit
I do not want
Nor do I need to go
On
Lord, Oh Dear, Lord,
If I am imprisoned
In this cell
If I am eternally
Punished,
I am afraid that
What’s left of
My soul
Will cease to
Be vital.
My heart will
Shut down,
And my mind,
Oh, imprisoned mind,
Will take control .
I desire not that outcome,
Nevertheless, life will
Take that path.
I am done with
My sentencing
Your son.


A request from A prisoner
R. L. Heath, Jr.