Tiny Cell

While I sit in this dingy tiny cell…

I think of those I hurt the most…

I reminisce on the crazy life I’ve lived…

And for what?

To sit in this ugly little cell…

Quarter of my life has gone by…

But now I do have the opportunity to mend my ways…

I can do no harm…

But to make amends…

Not only with those I’ve hurt…

But with myself…

And as I sit in this dull tiny cell…

Contemplating what my life will be like…

I know, I don’t ever want to be back to this dingy tiny cell…

About lumar1298

Love to read, write, and meditate. I Also have a creative side. I enjoy crafting and designing and when I want action, then I dance.
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