Three Walls

These three walls seem haunted,
Startling me as they echo my thoughts.
I begin to go mad as screams of freedom grow louder and louder,
until my voice is lost in the darkness with my other pleas.

Every day I wake up just wishing,
I could morph into Superman.
With little strength I would pry these steel bars;
only minutes to warm sunlight or cool downpour.

My body deteriorates,
as I am eaten alive by depression.
Sobering thoughts cloud my mind's eye as I realize,
that I will never break free from this purgatory.

I am a prisoner of war.

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