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A life in shackles
In a cell, I'm trapped, a prisoner of pain,
Hope dwindling, despair a constant refrain.
The stench is putrid, the air thick with decay,
My stomach churns, my soul in disarray.
Rodents share my space, a loathsome sight,
Insipid water, a meager ration, devoid of light.
Tattered rags clothe me, a symbol of my fall,
Jailers exploit me, their base desires to enthrall.
Starving, I plead for death's release,
My eyes sunken, hair torn, a reflection of my ceaseless tease.
Memories linger, a constant ache,
A reminder of suffering, a soul that's at stake
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Hope dwindling, despair a constant refrain.
The stench is putrid, the air thick with decay,
My stomach churns, my soul in disarray.
Rodents share my space, a loathsome sight,
Insipid water, a meager ration, devoid of light.
Tattered rags clothe me, a symbol of my fall,
Jailers exploit me, their base desires to enthrall.
Starving, I plead for death's release,
My eyes sunken, hair torn, a reflection of my ceaseless tease.
Memories linger, a constant ache,
A reminder of suffering, a soul that's at stake
@fati5740
© All Rights Reserved
