As I sit here in a daze, pondering my existance wondering what is in store for me in the furture. I think, 20 years of agony for a mistake, created by my insanity, impuls, fear and alcohol all intertwind!
I sit here and think were they really going to rob me that night or was that night fealing the cold steal of my 38 revolver that I had packed at my lower back. I could take there lives before they take mine.
I sit here in a daze wondering if only I would have taken my medication that my mother gave me, I would have been asleep and and my future would have been restored, I would be at home in a comfortable bed, not sleeping on hard steal, not here, not now, rotting in a cell,with the rest of the world’s trash.
I sit here in a daze thinking I had it good out there , but fear took it away and no way of getting it back.
I sit here in a daze thinking that at times my sanity has been restored but at times feels as if I might lose it again reality becomes fantasy , anger becomes pain , my body shakes as I pace my cell back and forth, not knowing if this is a dream or are they breaking me? Not knowing how/where and when.
As I sit here in a daze I try not to think of what I could have been in 20 years, but I know one thingI would surely had been dead by now, using all those drugs to ease my pain created by my emotional turmoil, oh the pain, the pain.
As I site here in a daze I close my eyes to see the faces of my loved one that have never turned there backs upon me, they will stay with me till the end , my judgement day has come and still they stay by my side to protect me from my demons.
As I sit here in a daze my anger has gone, I am at peace I love and shal be loved, I am at peace my name is Sacha Bond and Justice will be served
by Sacha Bond ,
Dade Correctional institution ,
Florida City, Fl. K06444 -F2214