Papers of a Prisoner
Many times we try to flee,
From problems and from being imprison.
Bad fortune is the only reason,
Why people gets greedy and poisoned.
A paper without a writing is found,
I wonder why it is on the empty ground.
It's empty, there's nothing around,
But the paper, it tells I must write it out loud.
"There's nothing to do but to wait,
Being free is something we have to state.
Even when our innocence, we cannot negotiate,
We'll be in prison by mistake."
Paper was found under my room,
It's an empty sheet, has a wide area.
Telling me to write everything I feel,
Comfort is the thing,
I can only tell.
Words written there didn't fade,
Stays still till the end of the week.
Post it somewhere near,
To be read and know it's clear.
In one paper, I wrote a short story,
Of a prisoner who wants to say sorry.
Every pieces feels it's a theory,
Of how to survive when we are lonely.
Blank Papers from the same factory,
On the next paper, a written dairy.
Post it everywhere inside my cage,
To be read when something feels strange.
Just one last piece of paper,
I wanna be free.
I'm a prisoner who can't flee,
There's a paper who was there to listen,
To my painful story that they're unable to open.
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Dedicated to: Rhian Martinez Parlingayan
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