There I sat – a prisoner behind bars

Drowned out by torture and deep oppression

Lying in bed, crying up at the stars

Battling bitter, brutal depression

The idle images flew forth – unquenching

Flooding beyond the cracked dam like the damned

Stabbing me in the chest, twisted – heart-wrenching

I’m drowning in prison – you understand?

He couldn’t see it anymore – the stars; hope

He was on death row, chained to the dark depths

Wrapped in the wreath of death, no less

Greater than a Hell of his own making.

He is the prison, the inmate, the sad slave

He is the jailor, the bars, the warden.

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