Sunday, 23 May 2021

A journeys end

Incarcerated within a moveable cell, years of pain and debauchered hell, prodded endlessly tortured with words, encouragement to work to purchase gruel, feeding fat in a burger grill, drugs galore, endless punishment until you can bare no more, age cripples, throbbing ripples, aching entity, remembering loss, isn’t it a pity, moving to the country from a cruel city, time has a limit, a sell by date, death of a prison, the end of hate, loosened becomes from a solid mass, fly to freedom whatever the class, be free for a thousand years or score, until your burden is not felt anymore. 

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