#357 December 23.

#357 December 23.

Sentenced to life in prison
Cut off from the world
No one can hear my voice
The walls are too thick
I tried once,
Screaming until my voice vanished,
But that was long ago
I turned to writing
Slipping notes through the bars
That time too has passed,
I know no language others can read
I simply sit in my cell,
A soul waiting for death,
To free me from this body.

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