Just Another Number
Locked away from society, living in a cell
twenty-two hours a day, this is my hell.
I need to be strong, and not shed a tear
wondering if love will survive, this is my fear.
My mind keeps struggling to keep itself sane
but it's hard dealing with misery's pain
So I remove myself from the present
don't dwell on the past, I pray for the future
and hope it comes fast.
Until it arrives and I am once again free
I'll be just another number trying to be me.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment