Prisoner

September 26th: Prisoner
This sentence, transforms light into shadow.
No future just the same as the past,
Killing the present and removing every hope.

Is it just me? Or from where I came?
And are you any better or worse, in the end?
Is it really to you all a game?

Trample, crush, squeeze me to death,
With false promise of hope
tailing off to despair.

Stick a matress against the wall
I'll throw myself at it
Rebound, and continue on....