“Am I allowed to breathe”

This is a poem from October/2016 from when Eric was just two months into his time at FCI Englewood, the start of his journey into this BOP nightmare.

Am I allowed to breathe?

Is that a punishable offense

Am I allowed to feel

Is that a shot?

Are my thoughts read

like my letters

Scanned and stored

to be used against me later

My dreams disected and distorted

Tearing apart the meanings

Digging for something

anything

Does my every firing neuron

Have sinister intentions

Yes..

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