GEORGE MARTORANO (12973004)
4/29/2015 7:39:53 AM
Self Described

The Depiction

Thus, the prison writer creates for no one, only his sanity. There be no joy nor mystery. Hard, is it enough to develop a verse, a tale. For there tis nay and not a ' happening ' for him as guide. The tomb-of-cell, blocks' all form nature. His tools, small pencil , paper that runs thin. Joining,and always a distraction ; man's brutality against his mind and body.... Of poetry, a cliff towards madness has to come to start the rhyme. There, the simple letters' of love, cannot be done. His tears are no more; parched is his heart.... Yes, the prison writer ;wish it on no aptitude fellow.... There ! Never to be, you and you and you with pencil in hand ,staring at four-walls. No, best to always live free....And when, that prison writer's last sentence is read....Let thee, and the Saints do try. Try to remember him.... And oh, of ' the ' why and why .

By: George Martorano
Copyright : 12973
4/28/2015



GEORGE MARTORANO # 12973-004
FCI COLEMAN MEDIUM
FEDERAL CORRECTIONAL INSTITUTION
SATELLITE CAMP
P.O. BOX 1027
COLEMAN, FL 33521