As I sit in this cold damp cell
I remember the times when things were going well
Life has stopped for me I am doing time
Its do this do that and don't get out of line
Its up at seven and 'do as I say'
That's how it is each and everyday
There are sleepless nights
And letters that never arrive
Sometimes I wonder just what's keeping me alive
I will pray that you will never see
This kind of life which has its hold on me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A sad and lonesome write. Sometimes we can just even become locked within ourselves and create our own prison.