Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Lifer II

Another day of hell
pretending that I care
how much I'd miss this cell

if suddenly it fell
because it couldn't bear
another day of hell.

I found a piece of shell
to scratch the walls and share
how much I loathe this cell

my etchings barely tell
how poorly one will fare;
another day of hell

of things not going well
just makes me more aware
how much I spurn this cell,

but then I can't dispel
this desperate urge for air—
another day of hell?
Oh, how I'll miss this cell.

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