PRISON

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          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.

      

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Lesa Gay's picture

Another great write by association Chris.

Lesa