Behind These Prison Walls
I prowl the days within myself
To heal these battle scars
But days at times unwrapps itself
With binding sturdy bars.
That holds me back from freedom's grace
From the man I'd hoped to be
Often scans my troubled face
In search of empty glee.
All my days since life begun
The constant fight appalls
Often glows what strength has won
Behind these prison walls.
Copyright © Mustapha Mohammed | Year Posted 2013
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