Lock in my cell
I reminiscence
Guilty of crime
Doing my time
What is life behind bars
A place where barely time passes
Days and nights are the same
They call it freedom but I am chained
Their dogs said I must behave
But I am Krys so I misbehaved
Lonely in this hole, no visitors
I look and observe waiting for my turn
Manner maketh man so I heard
Funny how that sound, when treated as a prisoner
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KRYS
شِعرWe all want to be different yet accepted We all want to be unique yet fit in I am who I am, past, future and present I am krys. Small poems about myself, what makes me me. Krys the good and the bad, the poet, lover, human, and monster. Behind every...
