Grandma's Whisper

In the depths of a prison cell

a young man's heart, a story to tell.

A life of pain, a childhood lost,

a grandma's love, a whispering ghost.

My grandma, the light in my life

a beacon of hope, a shield from the strife.

She kept me safe, from the storms within

a love so pure, a love that could win.

The abuse, a shadow that followed.

A life filled with fear, a soul that swallowed.

But my grandma, she stood tall and strong,

A shield of love, a melody of song.

Her voice, a whisper in the night,

A love that shone, a beacon of light.

But the day she left, my world turned gray.

A love lost, a heart torn away.

I wonder, what would have been,

If she'd stayed, a life so serene.

A grandma's love, a guiding hand,

A life without pain, a peaceful land.

But now, in this cell, I look back,

A life of pain, a path I must track.

A grandma's love, a memory so sweet,

A whisper of hope, a heart that still beats.

In the depths of my sorrow, I find,

A love so strong, a love so refined.

A grandma's love, a story to tell,

A young man's heart, a life in hell.

A poem of pain, a tale of woe,

A grandma's love, a whispering glow.

In the depths of this prison cell,

A young man's heart, a story to tell.