Diary of a Prisoner

I lay still in my wretched prison…

Impoverished of the clairvoyant sky, raging sun, seductive moon, visiting birds, roaming clouds, fertile grounds, nubile rivers, ragged mountains……………

Only four walls, four white walls, made with mourning stones

- Were present

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Another day, another eternity, gone…

Lost in the bottomless cavity of the fourth dimension…

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Apathetic to the changes….

Disconnected with the outside….

Am I forgotten by time?

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I tried to shout, but of no avail

I tried to cry, but tears didn’t come.

Do I hate(/love) the walls?

They are all I can rest my tired eyes upon…

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I lay in darkness…

Accompanied only by the perpetual aura of my heart….

I glanced at the broken mirror

My shattered self stared back with malice

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“I know the glass is half empty,

But I want to believe -

The glass is half full…….”

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