I have been there.
Aghast with shock and horror.
In cages I’ve found myself.
The floor I laid there many morrows.
Pits of despair where men
would seemingly bury each other.
For amenities that would fancy
even kin who disavow their brothers.
For cages of steel and iron
change the perception of the mind.
Linger there long you’ll see
your mind becomes hard to find.
A true and vast wasteland
where you would do but just survive.
Waking into the morning
you are happy that you are alive.
Still as the morning passes
there are obstacles in your way.
Interaction with raw demons
this drunk lost all hope to display.
I have died a million times
I choke on this brilliant wind.
Reminding me the fight’s not over
after the cell I found myself in.