Life In A Cell Poem by Survivor48 Survivor48

This is a passage from my book called "The Rough Journey of Survival":




As I sit in my cell, I feel trapped in my own isolation.

When I become depressed, my mind loses control as I lie on my bed.

As I imagine what life is like outside the gates of hell,
I feel like time is ticking by slower and slower.

No matter how much I sleep, the clock still moves at a slow pace
during my unconsciousness.

As I try to calm myself, all I can think about is dying by a blade from someone else's hand or my own.

I continue to survive because survival is my only option in order to
see the sight of the free world.