Broken Bridges [Solitary
Confinement]
Somewhere in the
Sonora desert, out beyond the city lights
Are hundreds of souls
burning by the fire every single night
There must be
something better than the view they have in sight
Gazing at these solid
grey walls each morning and again at the end of every night
Survival in prison is
something you live from day to day
Surviving in a place
where this no sorrow or pity is the ultimate test to say
When you live day to
day you get down knowing this is where you stay
Makers of their own
device, they must face the games they play
Many are born in a
life that brought them nothing but pain and sorrow
Dreaming of being
free is only a tomorrow
Staying here another
night might be a killer for some
As their back are
against the wall and having no compassion from anyone
For a moment there is
a hole in the mind and freedom rings
Looking up to the sky
and imagining millions of stars and a moon with a beautiful golden ring
A ring that tells you
that solitary is just a state of mind
And that outside your
world there are millions of people walking around as if they are blind
Facing anger and
fighting for survival
You struggle to see
the light
Staring at the clouds
above you with fear and sorrow
You know there might
not be a tomorrow
Knowing you are dying
here in this awful place
Where there is no
cool water but a river full of hate
Your mind has taught
you how to run free again
But in reality, you
know you will never reach the outer gate
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