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Returning to my prison cell -
February 9th 2018, 01:23 AM
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Banging on cages,
rage takes over,
logic flies out of my brain,
I am going insane
Fighting till my voice is strained and my knuckles are bruised
I was dying to live, begging to escape.
Please get me out of here,
I shake the metal bars, no way can this go on
Make it stop
I want to have for myself- a life.
A taste of what it's like to be free
A chance to rest, a chance to experience who is 'me'
A small glimpse to show, yes
there's a world out there, beyond
these miserable marks of time and space
There's a life out of this hell of a tunnel
A hope for rebuilding life
But it's not for me, it's not for me to have
It's not my place, it is not in my range
It is not something I can imagine I'd deserve
It is not something that would stay in my hands
Every time I thought I'd be okay again
That sense of hope drifts away like bubbles in the wind
Back into the prison cell, back into the fiery hell
I will return to where I belong and stop trying to fight my conditions
There is no point, I can just rot here instead
Clearly I deserve this treatment till I am dead
I won't even have to do much
The pool of my tears will be enough
Now I know a life for me is not possible
Kicking and screaming is not an option
Neither is strategic planning and setting up a system
None of what I've done to survive matters in the end
I am dying to die
Let the remains of my body float down the stream
Wash the blood away, let my soul get its relief
Only then I can truly be free.
Re: Returning to my prison cell -
February 9th 2018, 01:30 AM
I especially like the second stanza!
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive