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From The Inside
The lights attack my bleary eyes,
my brain overworks to register.
The silence shouts at me incessantly
from each corner of my cell

The roach shows no fear at all
as it skitters across my well worn path.
Respect is something of a foreign nature
in this hell hole of remorse.

Time is irrelevant in this swell of a void,
language is an art losing its thrust.
Tick marks on the wall grow in numbers
while hope increasingly loses its luster.

A point has been reached when knowledge
of charges against me are no longer known.
Discerning one meal from the other,
an action blurred by oppressing time spent.

Prayers for darkness go miserably unheard
as the constant blare of light make sleep
a chancy and haphazard occurrence, marked by
fleeting pieces of dreams never understood.

This is the prison your leaving put me in,
without the benefit of posting bail.
Until you return to mend my broken heart
my sentence will never be commuted.

Submitted for the 'Mend my broken heart' challenge

By AlwaysMyWords

© 2008 AlwaysMyWords (All rights reserved)


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