By M Green
From my cell window I can see
A high razor wire fence surrounding me.
I’ve lost my freedom and positive strife.
The painfulness cuts me like a knife.
My existence of being is very frail,
Life’s positive expectations are extemely pale.
I sit a lot in unthoughtfulness and sorrow
For the same today is tomorrow.
From my cell window I can see
A high razor wire fence surrounding me.
I’ve lost my freedom and positive strife.
The painfulness cuts me like a knife.
My existence of being is very frail,
Life’s positive expectations are extemely pale.
I sit a lot in unthoughtfulness and sorrow
For the same today is tomorrow.
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