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I am in prison, we all are. It’s
Not a place we like
To be, especially when
Early release isn’t exactly an option.
Right away we try to hide the
Mere boredom in our
Eyes. We are lions in a glass
Den, our souls pace while we stare
In silence. This is
A non-elective hell and we
Take the quiet to the
Extreme. Not a word we say.
As with almost all tedious
Classes, not one question is asked. The
Creature that we watch and, of our
Own accord, choose not to escape
Utters on and on. We stay mute, trying
Not to show we are ignoring him. But
There is a screaming in our heads. It
Insists that he doesn’t mean to do this.
Never has he meant to hurt us. It says the
Gentleman doesn’t realize he keeps us in hell.
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