Those in Prison 2 By Carlos King Responsibility cannot be gained by irresponsible acts of cruelty, love for some cannot emerge as a lasting and beautiful expression from deprivation and degradation, to castrate a person's physical essence due to his incarceration, truly undermines the meaning of justice in the form of his rehabilitation... Pain is pain no matter the cause, you cannot help the abused when you are the cause, he was a victim of your system, so you are the flaw, beating him with your inhumanity is the reason he's raw... your solution has been his death right from the very start, you cannot transformed his pain, when your the reason why he's scarred... your truth is a lie so your facts are disbarred, no longer can you stand because you are the reason he's hard... your not the innocence that you claim, you are the arbiter of the rules that confines his fame, telling yourself that you are doing it for his self interest, but you don't believe in his peniten...

  The hardest part of being in prison for thirty years is the loneliness I feel every second of every day. Nothing screams at your spiritual and emotional self like loneliness. The crippling affects of it makes me regret every bad decision I have ever made in my life. Being alone without the benefit of running into the arms of compassion and love made everyday unbearable to live through. When I needed a physical hug from my mother or sister when I first came to prison in 1992, they weren't able to give it to me. Prison had literally killed off that emotional connection and replaced it with a letter or phone call because I was to far for my mother to travel because she didn't own a car. The hugs she wanted to give to her second born son became a suspension of desire which did not manifest into fruition until years later. I was lonely in those moments and I actually craved death many times because the agony of prison coupled with the deprivation of my freedom was psychologically ...