The walls

Wed, 10/21/2015 - 22:38 -- hbworth

I sit and stare at this cinder wall 

I wonder why I'm here at all

I count the days as I lie in wait 

Sitting here I know my fate

Is this life that stares at me 

Or something worse with an evil gleam

I don't complain, for they do not know

But I do hope one day it won't be so

This poem is about: 
Our world

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