Silent
Prison
The
tormented soul cries because he’s been abandoned by all
The
clutch of suicide always seeking another haul
Did this
or that and it turned out to be wrong
No
forgiveness or rest for society’s abandoned songs
So he
sings to himself seeing nothing but bleak
He was
raised without guidance like a wild weed in concrete
Forgiveness
is a luxury he’s never known a moment of
He always
slips at love because he can’t recognize its dove
Is this
worthy of the torture that life bullies with?
Learning
is the experience but there’s no patience to show his worth
Always
the end when a little late he comprehends
The
backhand of life, he walks the lonely lanes
And time
passes without a sound or flicker
In
happiness or sadness there’s no alarm bell or ticker
Yet
constantly he reaches out trying desperately to be human
This is
what happens when dysfunction is your birth right damnation
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