Endless Torture
Stuck in a small room not knowing your future
Moved from place to place in a mindless torture
Friends you make along the way
Some set free to go on and play
Others put in dinghy holes
Life ahead, full of plenty tolls
Rounding the next corner, you hope for the end
Just to find out you’ll be confined again
The corridors are all small and cold
The paint on the walls, over forty years old
Of to the final spot
Where given three hots and only a cot
After all, this will be your final plot
Jail Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman
Also if you liked my creativeness check out my graphic design portfolio for some of my own awesome graphics designed in Photoshop.
Stuck in a small room not knowing your future
Moved from place to place in a mindless torture
Friends you make along the way
Some set free to go on and play
Others put in dinghy holes
Life ahead, full of plenty tolls
Rounding the next corner, you hope for the end
Just to find out you’ll be confined again
The corridors are all small and cold
The paint on the walls, over forty years old
Of to the final spot
Where given three hots and only a cot
After all, this will be your final plot
Jail Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman
Also if you liked my creativeness check out my graphic design portfolio for some of my own awesome graphics designed in Photoshop.
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