Behind the walls
Minutes become demonic in essence Whispering truths of my mortality.
Where I stand in fixed position ,I can feel the chains and barbed wire gripping my heart.
From black eyes I behold the shadows of time,Reminded of the forgotten and the moments passed.
When hope falls in shrouds of darkness ,I fear the truth and love the lies.
Four walls worth of friends descend on me, And misery loves company so I'm never alone.
As understanding envelops my mind, And i contemplate the great divide.
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I was behind state walls when I wrote this