The Twenty-Mile Block Walk

I remember It was the longest walk of my life I was tired of running Nothing really mattered anymore anyway So I had a friend drive me down to Los Angeles So I could turn myself in at the Prison Gate He dropped me off about a block away I had stashed some things up inside of me So I could come up once I hit the yard So every step carried with it A certain amount of physical pain But nothing compared to the pain inside As I walked I was thinking about my wife and kids At least I was sparing them the sight Of watching me get carried away in handcuffs AGAIN I was so tired I hadn’t slept in days And from Northern California where I lived To the prison in Moreno Valley Was about a 14 hr drive But Harry and I were so spun out it took us a couple of days Anyhow I was walking along Empty as a grave waiting on a casket Hollow as a tree full of termites So sick of it all that I couldn’t wait to get into my cell And I started thinking: With each step along the way Each has its own price to pay All the things that I now feel They have broke down my will Turn myself in and get it done These guards will know I’m spun Is this how far my life has fell Leave my family to go to hell I really just wanted it all to end Get out sooner if I turn myself in Legs felt like million lbs. weights 20-mile block to reach that gate With each step desperation grew Because my very soul was torn into Just keep on walking and get it done Jesus Christ fool turn around and run I knew the guards, which was no surprise Hell we’d spent years telling each other lies Final thought of my walk that day Last time I’m going out this way Funny, the end of one walk is where another begins Thats why as I stepped through the gate I had to grin Written for Constance's contest. This walk from my friends truck to the Prison gate was about half a block but seemed like an eternity. My wife and Parole Officer together talked me into turning myself in. In short, that walked sucked really bad, never again! God Bless mj