Poetry Slam

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The shackles tighten with each forwarding step
This cold dark lonely place I have been for the last year
Has taken a toll on me.
The guards are all familiar faces known to me from the outside world
They walk behind me as if I had a chance of escaping
The empty stares from them remind me everyday
Of the loss of life
My life
As I wake each morning before I open my eyes
I pray that its been just a dream
That I will open them to some place different
Different than these four empty walls
But life is not a dream
The four walls are still there
Those familiar faces still guarding my door.
This place is a daily reminder of the past
After all it is why I am here
I count the days wondering when I will be set free
If I will be set free
From the pain that is inflicted each day here
As I sit and wait for freedom
I pray that I will not lose what means most to me.
Vann Blankenship