the ambiance is horrible
each day in this cage feels like a hundred days
I cannot sleep here
there is too much yelling
too little comfort, the ambiance is horrible.
I feel guilty about not appreciating good food
or my fuzzy blankets and soft pillow
I resolve to pay attention to tulips when I am released.
no one comes to visit me
I have become someone to be shunned
Ignored, a nonentity, a non-person
I have never felt more alone or unloved
each time I hear a guard say someone else’s name
it feels like a sword in my back
for no one comes here to see me
prison is not a place for my people
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