A prisoner need criminal record to being in Jail
but here I am doing nothing but only scrolling the phone
but I'm in my Jail
this little jail fill with comfort
I can sing
I can smile
I can laugh
I can dance
and I can sleep without anything to be worry
as a prisoner
this jail
fill with light
fill with wind
fill with anything what a person need
but why I keep feel like this suffer me so much ?
the light that light this jail make feel in the dark
every second I have visitor but I feel lonely
every second my visitor said nice to me
but I can't wake up to face reality
what the most I afraid being in this jail is
I kill myself not judge kill me
when I'm in my jail
I hate the head of the jail keep call me
because I feel so comfort being in here
what should I do now
soon I will be out from my jail
I am afraid
sometime I just wish die here in my jail
but I am strong I cannot be death
just because I am in this little comfort jail
I see my door open widely but I want to stay
in this my little Jail
MY ROOM
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Season Change
PoetryI might call this poem but I hope you guys can relate the write of the words that play... "the rain make me want to cry but I am crying now I just miss you I longing to be here with you"
