The door closes behind me*
6 x 6 walls
with a Plastic Bed
Steel toilet
For some…
This is the last stop
Souls pass through here often
Cold and lonesome
Time is a killer
Daunting me
Then I remembered…
Freedom isn’t “Out There,”.
It’s “In here.”…
My spirit rising
Lifting
No one can see my smile
Nobody knows that I closed my eyes
Left this place
The cell is quiet…
Dead
But not me.
I’m Free
And “You” can be free
anytime.
Anytime…
-Nina
That’s pretty deep, Nina.
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It’s half based off my time in cells a couple months ago, I found peace within walls of pain and half off of my favorite movie Slam.
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Ah ok, that makes perfect sense. It’s strange how being confined into a small space can conjure up certain thoughts. I’m a terrible fidgeter and often wonder what I would do if I couldn’t get out of a room for a few days. Might result in some very random ramblings.
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