Sentenced

The dimly lit room seems even smaller As days turn into lonely weeks If not for the one band of light that reaches Like fingers to touch my lonely soul I would have no sight of walls at all I would have no feeling of life I am held to solitude for accountability As it was my fault that the death occurred There was no chance for life, for suffocation Was the natural solution for that heart So now, I cry within myself as I pray For release from my own prison