As I look at all the walls around me,
I am quickly reminded of where I am.
The days go by,
the sweet memories of what life was like,
slowing starts to fade away.
The times where having a door to the bathroom,
just seemed like a necessity.
Now, I am lucky if I have enough
sand-paper like toilet paper left to use,
when it’s my turn.
Or the time where walking outside barefoot,
in the freshly-cut green grass,
was just something that
came to be second nature.
Now, I all I have is this cold,
grey-colored cement to put my feet on.
Or maybe the time where I could
put on my pajamas, and hop into bed,
and drift off into a peaceful nights sleep.
Now, I all I have is this paper-like thin,
shirt and pants that I get to use,
to lay on my hard-as-a-rock bed,
and sleep, well that’s gone.
At the end of the day,
all of those times were mine before,
if I could only have remembered,
that freedom is never free.
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