A Prisoners Struggle

Until you’ve ran a million miles in your cell, Or stared at your reflection in the mirror, Until you’ve shadowed boxed with the sound of the silent bell, Or saw the light fade, and the darkness draw nearer, Until you’ve dreamed of hell and felt flames, Until you’ve remembered love, and felt her heart beat, Or when you’ve cried so much you smelt rain, Only then can you know of what I speak, Until you’ve felt the failure on your heart, Or the crippling effects of disgrace, Until you’ve ran from the light, and embraced the dark, Until you’ve given up and lost all faith, Until you’ve painted pictures on your ceiling, Until you’ve talked to yourself to calm your mind, Only then can you know this feeling I am feeling, For what I am feeling is the loss of time