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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