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Seven Years

SEVEN YEARS

It’s been seven years since I last saw stars
Because of seven years behind iron bars
Seven years of the horrible indoors
Seven years of cleaning toilet floors

Seven years which went by at a very slow pace
I hated everything about that place
I would rather die in a storm 
Than see myself wearing that uniform

Seven years of being alone 
While sleeping on a bed as hard as stone
A single night of utter madness 
Led to seven years in this fortress

Fights, stabbings and murder on a daily basis
My cell that was my only oasis
Inmates constantly throwing up gang signs
And if you are not careful you could be another’s valentines

On the inside the horror that you get to see
Might be better off getting the death penalty
I have no bad feelings towards the Judge
But against the system I will forever hold a grudge

Seven years on the inside was no honey moon
However I know I will be home soon
I write to you dear friend
Because tomorrow my seven years comes to an end

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 1/19/2019 5:29:00 PM
This was really perceptive. I've been in that situation and you captured it beautifully.
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