Prison time

One day after another, I serve my prison time,
For a crime that was not intended. 
I miss the sun, and all the hedonisms, 
Even the ones that could’ve been done indoors 
The prisoner is going hard on me with the torture, 
He puts me down as I pick myself up again,
And again. 
He took away loved ones, showed me who everyone really is. 
All I have is my prison time, 
A time to reflect, heal and feel remorse. 
But did I deserve this? Only the prisoner knows 
I’m at his mercy. I beg for his kindness, 
I want freedom! I want my release. 
 
These iron gates can’t contain me, 
I will see the light some day! 

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