Prison Poem by J Patrick Murphy

Prison



Imprisoned in my own reality;
Freedom is excruciating!
I await the dusk,
That I may imbibe my misery
And bathe myself in my tears
The dreamless sleep is my reward,
If I survive the day, I get a brief respite,
But tomorrow's prison is worse.

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