The hours, slowly intriguant,
stopping the time suddenly,
I count my fate and torments
in prision's bouncing fire bleakly.
The time of food
no choice of, to like, to dream
will they come back?
in closed eyes to again stream.
Simply wish to find solace
did not I dream?
solitude biting sighly
in my nights to scream.


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