The bars appear as beautiful as flowers In a solemn and mournful bloom Watered by silent tears of lost time Watered by broken dreams Of broken hearts
The old dreams adopted the vibrancy of rust
Withered by harsh loneliness
And the pain of disappointment
But then behind bars
Lies the freedom to be nothing
But just be, and flow with the routine
Thoughts have become murky
Harbouring every vermin and pathogen
All ready to devour souls
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