Ode to a Prison Officer
In the heart of shadows, where secrets reside,
A prison officer stands, with stories to hide.
The confessions of a life lived behind bars.
He's witnessed the depths of human despair,
The broken spirits, the burdens they bear.
He's seen the flicker of hope, amidst the gloom,
The resilience of the human spirit, defying the tomb.
He's heard the whispers of regret, the cries of remorse,
The tales of lives gone astray, veering off course.
He's seen the tears of repentance, the longing for grace,
The yearning for redemption, in this desolate space.
But he's also witnessed the darkness within,
The depths of cruelty, where empathy grows thin.
He's seen the savagery of the human heart,
The scars inflicted, tearing lives apart.
He's carried the weight of their stories, their burdens, their pain,
A silent observer, witnessing life's refrain.
He's guarded their secrets, their sins, their mistakes,
A keeper of confessions, for whom no judgment he makes.
Yet, amidst the darkness, a glimmer of light,
A spark of humanity, burning ever so bright.
He's seen the power of compassion, a touch that can mend,
A beacon of hope in this prison's somber end.
He's learned the value of forgiveness, the grace to bestow,
The chance for redemption, for a soul to grow.
He's seen the transformative power of love's embrace,
A lifeline to redemption, in this desolate space.
So he stands, the prison officer, a witness to life,
With stories untold, both darkness and light.
His confessions, a testament to the human maze,
Where hope and despair intertwine in life's intricate haze.
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