We live in a cell,
a cage of concrete,
as being trapped.
Rinvanghiamo dormant memories,
items stolen
dreams ever made.
While the screams of our ways,
sinister echo in the dark corners of our cell.
Prisoners of our being,
jailers our pleasure
lagging demand.
Locked in a hovel,
between smiles, screams and the swarm of falsehood
us their ears not to hear.
Hour after hour, the tortured soul,
with words and thoughts, trying to stifle
what is real in us.
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