Feeling Death Row
by Gerald E. Marshall
When heat is all up I feel
You’re tired of the steel
When life seems no more
And lying down is what you adore
When isolation becomes too much
Then you long for a lost touch
When those who you supposed to love you
Hate you
Or that’s how it seems
When you embrace the way a singer sings
When her lungs blow you feel blown
Away
You’ll feel love from all these things
Until they say
You die on this day!
Dreaming on Texas Death Row
by Gerald E. Marshall
I lay in my bed
Thinking and thinking
Of the people, the places and
Different periods of time
I’d rather be
Instead of journeying in my mind
To a place where I’m free.
I am,
Captivated by these captive journeys
While mourning the many people
Who should miss me
May the love I yearned from them
Rest in peace.
My Truth
By Gerald E. Marshall
Barefoot and hungry.
I came walking out of abandonment
Foster homes,
Motherless child
Following that star
The great state of Texas