Every day is the same.
It can drive you insane.
The nights are dark.
The lights are very bright.
Streaming down from their high height.
Banging on the wall.
Sometimes, I fall.
There is nobody who cares.
What's worse than death?
My sentence: life away from my wife.
There is nobody around.
Outside my door, is a huge roar.
There is no sound.
There is no joy. A child with no toys.
No sound from the deserted halls.
Banging on the doors.
I hear nothing besides a roar.
Silence on the many, many, doors.
Silence on the many, many, floors.
Hanging.
Yes, hanging around.
You see, that will make a sound.
Nobody will let me.
Another great write by association Chris.
Lesa