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
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008
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