Prison Time

Pain distilled in each brittle bar Past deeds instill a vicarious scar Sins of the past my corroding soul mar Time and space bottled in a tiny jar Flagging spirit falters; tired body must continually spar Existing in bipolar realm with norms set by the thief, liar, mugger Puffing away the endless moments, satiated by nicotine and tar  Availing light fleeting into distant world now so far Barren heart eclipsed; a fading, falling star