I sit, Shackled, As I wait my sentencing. There were four people in the room, Now just me. (I don’t consider her a person, She’s not real to me) An awful buzzing noise, and The squeak of bad clarinet playing fills my head... It falls on deaf ears. I sit, Shackled, And very numb. This place makes me numb. Soon ill be home, So warm and free. Not like this little room, I’m so claustrophobic. I sit, Shackled, Some where someone’s crying, Maybe it's in my head but, They’re crying. The wall star at me, Ever so blankly. It makes me want to cry... I sit, Shackled, Waiting my release.
Reason for writing:
i had to wait and wait and wait....if i was not an athiest id say it was hell...
Birth sign: Cancer
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