Behind cold iron bars I sit,
A prisoner of fate, a life unfit.
My days are numbered, my future unsure,
A life of freedom, just a distant allure.
The chains that bind me, weigh heavy on my heart,
A constant reminder, of my life apart.
The world outside moves on, while I remain,
A prisoner of circumstance, with no escape to gain.
I dream of open fields, of sunshine bright,
Of laughter and of love, without the darkness of night.
But for now, I’m trapped, in this cell so grey,
A prisoner of my past, with no clear way.
The days blend together, in an endless haze,
As I wait for justice, or a brand new phase.
But still I hold on tight, to hope’s thin thread,
And pray that someday soon, I’ll be free from this dread.
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