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| Johnny D. Reed born 03/22/1973 died 12/21/2012 |
July 18th, 2013
The poem to go along with this post is dedicated to Johnny Reed who was murdered by the department of corrections.
Why do I say murdered when in all reality he hung himself? Because first they killed all his hope and then by leaving him in solitary for almost 10 years, they killed his spirit.
Make no mistakes, he was murdered and they used his own hands as the weapon.
Someone on the wing with me now told me just yesterday that this happen all the way back in december 2012. Johnny was not perfect but I liked him and neighter he nor anyone else deserves to go through what we are going through with this long term solitary confinement.
The poem pretty much says how I feel. I just found this out yesterday so I don't even know what to write. But it is a reality check for me. We are all mortal and I have been real close to ending my own life many times. But Johnny will not be forgotten, at least not by me.
Be safe.
one man caged
Ricky
KILLED BY THE DARK
dedicated to Johnny Reed (died December 2012)
He sat in the darkness, for almost 10 years
Striding foward each day, swollowing his tears
He was not perfect at all, but he didn't deserve this
To rot in a cell, with no one to love or to miss
He was quick to laugh, when he was feeling well
Or to tell a joke, to get us away from this hell
He was a man of his word, this I know to be true
If you gave him respect, he would in turn respect you
But with each passing day, his world became black
The darkness covering a world, he would never get back
Life became heavy, a great struggle each day
depression set in, and would not go away
Than one day the wing became loud, with everybody banging
The guards went to check it out, and they found Johnny hanging
They broke his fucking ribs, trying to pump air into his chest
And then let him die, saying that they did their best
Johnny for what it's worth, I'm sorry you had to go
You were one of the few in here, I was happy to know
I can't lie and say, it has not crossed my mind
I've come very close myself, from time to time
You were a warrior Johnny, make no mistake
But even a warrior, has only so much they can take
Just want you to know, you will be missed
Not just another soul, claimed by the darkness
by Ricky Silva, July 2013
Brilliant post, moving poem. Ricky, your writing is crackin
ReplyDelete-Lisa
Lisa, thanks for the encouragement. Glad you enjoy my writing. The same stands that I wrote to Michaela. Thanks for your comments and I apologize for not responding sooner.
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one man caged, Ricky (written August 26, 2013)
So sorry to hear about Johnny - lovely poem as always.
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear about your friend, but you keep going. Sometimes even the outside is not as bright as everyone thinks and dark thoughts can creep in as we think. Thoughts of you, my son, my husband, and my dogs keep me plugging along. You understand where I come from, so be good and be strong. Love Always, your sister.
ReplyDeleteLove your sister my ass now he is dead like the person he killed. He was a willing participant in murder. Now his soul must be jugde. He was a pathetic pitiful excuse of a human if that what you want to call him. I would actually reference him as an "it"and for those "poems" spare me the devil is a liar they will go to hell along with him.
DeleteLove your sister my ass now he is dead like the person he killed. He was a willing participant in murder. Now his soul must be jugde. He was a pathetic pitiful excuse of a human if that what you want to call him. I would actually reference him as an "it"and for those "poems" spare me the devil is a liar they will go to hell along with him.
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