Tag Archives: loneliness

Melancholy

Posted on February 5, 2016 by inderbitzin

Sometimes there’s sunshine, Other days there’s Northwest rain. In some ways it’s all predictable, And yet in others it’s all untamed. I wake and work and eat and sleep And then wake to do it all again. And when I … Continue reading →

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Imagine

Posted on October 15, 2015 by inderbitzin

Imagine darkness, if you will, and in that darkness thousands of prison cells encrusted with the rust and filth of ages. Imagine the thousands of fingerprints gripping unforgiving bars of steel as the forgotten men inside come to terms with … Continue reading →

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Weathering the Storm

Posted on October 12, 2015 by inderbitzin

When I was young I remember thinking about and wondering if anyone cared. I just felt alone and it’s weird saying that because I had a decent family and always had everything I needed. But inside, I just felt alone … Continue reading →

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Stop and Think: Prison is Heartbreaking

Posted on July 6, 2015 by inderbitzin

Blog administrator’s note: The members of RISE UP! are frequently asked what prison is really like or if it’s really as bad as it is portrayed to be.  Here, James answers that question for those who are curious. Is prison … Continue reading →

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A Day in the Life of a Prisoner

Posted on June 22, 2015 by inderbitzin

I wake up at 4:55 AM each and every morning. Why? Well, in part, because I can, because I have the freedom to choose at what time I’m going to start my day. This is not true of every day … Continue reading →

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Regrets & Reflection: Prison Makes You Numb

Posted on June 12, 2015 by inderbitzin

To answer the question: what’s it like to be in prison? I’ve been here for 19 years straight. Been here since I was 17 as a first time offender. I don’t know if I’ll ever go home. Prison is a … Continue reading →

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