In the cell block,
alone I stand,
Solitary confinement,
where time stands still,

Steel mesh door,
a barrier to break,
A concrete bed,
where dreams awake.

A steel desk,
where plans are made,
Hours spent in my head,
Sorting through my thoughts.

A few sheets of typing paper
Making note for another day.
Bits and pieces of my life
Living inside this hell.

In this confined space,
I find my light,
Concise and focused,
ready for the fight.

The future is bright,
I can see it clear,
In this cell block,
I have no fear.
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