By Michael X. Hudson
I live in a small cell so dark and gloomy
living a small room
Can not move as hard to see.
Want to break free but don’t have the will.
Like a lifeforce that is sucked out everyday that I live.
But a light shines in my face to give me some hope.
The light appears for only a moment;
but I am thankful for the light my not come again.
I live in this dark place for I am the prisoner.
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