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The void is real:
palpable.
You feel
it in your pit
like a pang…
The mere mention
of the name
swings moods -
sudden change
in attitude.
You ain’t the same.
Survivors have
No monopoly
on pain.
Calls of collection
from facilities
of correction
you love and
you loathe
for their limited
connection.
No substitute
for the fist-bump
salute,
or bruh-hug –
right shoulder-
to-shoulder
witchya dude.
Tasked to be a life line
to his right mind;
a tether
holding his humanity
together,
and perhaps
some of your own.
Correctional links?
Impersonal but
so much cheaper
than the phone.
At least
it spares your ear
the sullen tone
of light despair
in the spirit of
your brotha
far from
home.
- HymnAgen
Visuals @ http://headroominations.blogspot.com/2016/03/corrlinks.html
