Inside this poem.
Prison Break
I sit in silence and watch as
the guards march past.
with nothing
but the sounds of metal clanging back
I wish and pray to the gods and lord
For my hopes and dreams, they’ve become one torn cord.
Staring out to the tiny peck of sky
thoughts flourish back with my fist held tight.
my life’s a mess
with no palce to call home
my friends and family, left without a word.
I am not perfect.
For, I do desire a second chance
To re ad-justify my mistakes
If i could leap back in time,
Please believe me I would.
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