These walls that confine
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serves as my prison cell.
Dark, with musty air and damp floors,
disconnected from truth and lies.
Dreams emerge over reality.
How many hours have passed
I can not tell.
Inhale, exhale, stay alive
deprived of reason or purpose.
"Tick tock, tick tock".
From minute to hour, days, weeks to months put behind.
I still sit where I first began.
Between these barriers that confine,
my prison walls.