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.
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