Here I can only think
about my path
My rage has no place to go
without consequence
Either I reign it in
Or it will be the end of me
Awful stench, cannot get air
Walls closing in, suffocating me
Poor nutrition clouding my thoughts
brightest of lights are dim here
Wrath comes to visit when freedom is lost
Haunting upon each breath of the day
Though it can be rewarding;
Evoke the new you, a new way?
Even while imprisoned there are choices to make
I cannot choose death
The choice of death makes this cell filthier than when I entered in
Still I must choose
If I choose growth, I'll leave this cell purer than when I
First entered in
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