Prison

It consumes me whilst I’m in here, It feeds from within, I’m not sure if it’s a crutch that holds me up, Or a cover that keeps me safe, But I feel it every day, Every second of every hour it’s here, Suggesting and resenting, Whispering and venting, It’s affects my physicality, It makes me feel larger, Foreboding, It contorts my features to show its hate, It scares me but I’m not scared of it, I accept it because it’s mine, It’s the only thing I own which no one else can get, Its all I have in here and I need it to get me through, My hate, My loathing, My vengeance, The only thing i pray for , The one thing I wish to find, Is that when my time is up, I can leave this hate behind.