when the train passes Sing-Sing

Samantha Jade Remigio

photo credits: Samanta Jade Remigio

sitting on the left side of the cart,
depending on which way you are facing,
I pass the fence,
a tower with a guard,
the circular barbed wire,
the countless faces that must be inside

I pass the infinite amount of felony charges,
and plea deals,
and guilty until proven guiltiest,
the unimaginable number of innocent men 
I pass the house of regret,
the house of real blues,
or perhaps-

the home of real prayers 

today is not a day

today is not a day for self-improvement
no self-reflections
say no to critical thinking questions
no thank you to personal surveys
and self-actualization
come back tomorrow motivation 

instead we need a good wallow
self-pity with a side of blah
I am down for a silent cry
burying deep in blankets of sorrow
maybe some ice cream and shame on the menu
today is not a day to remember

 Samantha Jade Remigio grew up in New York City and now resides in the suburbs of New York. She loves reading, writing, and photographing candid moments. Her poetry has been previously featured in Obscura, The Literary and Arts Magazine of Lehman College. @librolion