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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