Inside the Prison 2

The walls are bare

The ceiling is low

Wherever I look

There is no place to go

The door is bolted

A thousand times

No corner to hide in

From the hurt and the lies

No jokes or fun

No laughter there

A misery to be in

The prisoners despair

No place to hide

No place to sleep

Nowhere to escape

The pain is too deep.

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Hi claire!

I love this poem! Be proud of how talented you are. :-)

love bee