My Cell, My Best Friend

Sentenced to die,

a slow lonely death,

my cell keeps me

from going insane.

My cell is

my hated best friend,

we'll be together

until the end.

Spending much time together,

no matter the weather outside

it is my place

to cry and hide.

My cell does not disrespect me,

it can not

feel my pain,

see me,

hear me,

hold me.

It accepts me for who and what I am,

happy or sad,

good or bad.

My cell gives me peace of mind,

as I search for memories,

hard to find.

A place to cope,



and hope.

Now for a second I had another thought,

then I let go;

I must be growing old,

in this life without parole.

In my cell there is no time

for idle thought,

nor space,

nor room to roam.

Only to gather strength

to live another day.

In my cell I never have to relinquish

my power,

my presence,

my heart-felt struggle with

another day in a

a life without parole.

Must have been

a hard to find

thought of home

that slipped my mind.

My cell does not care how much I cry,

if I am lonely or sky,

for it is where

I will eventually die.

Until the end,

Past tomorrow


My cell is my best friend,

it's where I'll be

when my life without parole,

comes to end.

Fred (Corky) Proctor, LWOP #178602

National Lifers of America, Inc.

Chapter 1026-A

Vice President

Michigan Reformatory

1342 W. Main Street

Ionia, MI 48846-1923