You are in a cell,
And can not tell,
Because when you fell,
You drew your last breath,
But before death,
You are trapped in your mind,
And it will not be kind,
When you can not find,
A way to tell time,
So for this "crime",
The one with the noose,
You will not be cut loose,
So you can sit on your caboose,
Because I do not lie,
You will die.
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21 Peoms
PoetryThis is a compilation of 21 poems. There is no category they all fall under, and they seem to make little sense. But you may find them thought provoking. Enjoy.
