Solitary...

Solitary...

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First person account of life in solitary confinement
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First person account of life in solitary confinement

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Submitted: March 26, 2013

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Submitted: March 26, 2013

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Let me describe my wasted life....

Watch me locked in this rotting shell,

I'm caged up like a rabid beast,

I'm in the waiting room to hell,

*

There's the stench of despair and mould;

That will linger throughout the air,

I smell it on my ragged clothes,

I feel it in my matted hair,

*

The guy next to me keeps crying;

And with deep regret he prays,

He pleads desperatly for freedom,

I hear him every night and day,

*

My view is somewhat restricted,

To these steel bars and grey concrete,

The bitter cold bites on my skin;

And creates iceblocks on my feet,

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Depression took over my mind,

And has damaged me deep inside,

The only escape I can see

Is by commiting suicide,

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All my own lifetime ambitions

Are broken with my hopes and dreams,

I now suffer with sleepless nights,

I'm awoken by grown mens screams,

*

Every single day that passes,

I get faced with endless battles,

I'm just a shameful existance,

Like an infants deathly rattle,

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What if I am that deadly beast

That should be locked up in this cage?

I deserve to be stuck in here....

Until my final days.


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