H-E-DOUBLE-ELL...

This poem was written in Susanville Prison by someone I know very well.

H-E-DOUBLE-ELL...  Is a place we know so well... 
Whether locked up or on the streets, in our soul is where Hell's heart beats...
Born an angel but fallen from grace, in a cold dark lonely place...
Amid a body of we don't care, is a mind full of despair...
A tortured soul trapped within, not knowing how or where to begin...
To be free of this prison that is in our mind, not a wall that we are kept behind...
H-E-DOUBLE-ELL...  Let the gate be the bell...
as the bell rings away, free our souls hope to stay.

Dale
2011