Don't Steel Me Away

Four hundred seventy six minutes

Two thousand three hundred eighty minutes

Eight thousand five hundred sixty eight minutes

Eighty five thousand six hundred and eighty minutes

That’s how long I’m in prison

Each day

Each week

Each year

It doesn’t stop though

The stress those walls inflict stay

I’ve cried

I’ve yelled

I’ve tried

I’m done

I have no more to give

I’m empty

I’m done

I’m not made of steel

I didn’t break down when I was young

But now, I’m done

I have nothing left to give

I guess this serves as a goodbye

The world has taken all of me

This poem is about: 
Me

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