Prison, a time served, a glance at living behind bars from an artistic eye and a poetic voice. Describing everyday ordeals and ideals that have to be compensated for. How perspectives and perceptions change after crossing a social boundary.

Prison having an 'out of sight, out of mind', or 'brushed under the carpet' ethos, do you ever really give a thought to what some go through, living a life away from the world's eyes but right in the middle of society still revolving? Probably not, until a family member or friend faces such a circumstance. I'm no ambassador for changing everyone's views. I paint a picture with poetic words so as to see how such a challenge can affect maybe the common few. No glorifications. I'm merely lending you my eyes, my ears and my soul in my little book of poetic thought and experience.