Here

Once inside these walls

you find an end,

an ending of such,

one you can find,

if you can find anything. 

You scramble with thoughts

undesirable,

thoughts of kindness,

thoughts of hate,

such things can be found

in the hours of late. 

You sleep,

it offers little comfort,

the walls are closing in,

catching you by

the nape of your neck;

you are next,

you are now,

you are here

and that,

is all that matters. 

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