Florescent Sunshine

Have you ever seen florescent sunshine
In a world of white and gray
With stainless steel facilities
I see it everyday

Florescent sunshine world dwellers
Spend their days alone
Escaping momentarily by way of telephone

This world is made of mostly brick
Two hundred sixty three
Of this I am quite sure my friend
For I count them frequently

The breeze always blows from the north
Through man made vents and shafts
And you know florescent sunshine
Can't warm those chilly drafts

You lie in bed wide awake
Pushing problems out of sight
With mounting feelings of agitation
As the noise goes on all night

In your room, all alone
Under incondescent light
Dreaming of the better days
Before you were locked up tight

You awaken yet one more day
In this endless bland routine
Still longing for the family and friends
That in your dreams you've seen

Cause you're nothing now to anyone
Except the judge and jury
So sit back and relax my friends
In here there is no hurry

Because in this place all time has stopped
Outside it continues fine
And you wonder where your loved ones are
While in your cracked sublime.

And if I am freed from here
I'll dare not look behind
But I'll never be the same again
After my days of florescent sunshine.

Greg Hergott wrote this poem.
Greg has spent a lot of time living this reality. I've known Greg since he was a young boy and then when he started to get into trouble I visited him a few times in a juvenile detention center. I connected back up with Greg as I became involved in the Jail Ministry at the Columbus Rescue Mission. I count him a friend.
Please pray for Greg. He is spending time again in a Federal Detention center