Sun Don't Shine in Hell

I ask ...

Have you ever seen the sunshine from a lonely prison cell?

Or felt so lonely inside but had no one to tell.

Everyone says they miss you and wish you were there.

But deep down inside you know that they just don't care.

You see the same old mail clerk as she greets so many men.

But the letters that you prayed for have failed to come again.

You continue to ask for visits but they seem to never come.

All the feelings you once had, you think they have went numb.

Should you act like it doesn't matter when it really means so much?

Just to have some friends just to keep in touch.

How should you act to the people who let you down?

Should you go see how they've been when you finally get back to town?

So I ask again ...

Have you ever seen the sunshine from a lonely prison cell?

I don't think so brother ...

Because the sun don't shine in Hell.

Author Unknown

(Editor's Note: This poem was re-printed at the request of a reader. However, the author is unknown.)