Sitting, staring, lost in thought… Trapped in an ocean of concrete…Surrounded by the same people telling the same story like my life is on Repeat. Everything is closing in on me… Suffocated by walls on top of walls…Living this life with no cause… I look around, no one around, empty faces surround me. Living life behind bars… My loved ones tell me they love me from afar… Telling me they’d love to see me, but times are hard…9 years without a visit. I’m the one living with all the emotional scars… Everyone says they feel my pain… That they really want to be there… But some things never change… I’m bending, my mind breaking, I can feel myself changing… Day by day, ever since the moment I feel myself leaving… Time’s grasp is taking a toll, the hands of time firmly with a grasp upon my soul… They say time stops when you’re doing time, but no matter how hard you try, from the hands of time there is no escaping… Concrete every which way I’m facing… I sit and try to find myself, not knowing if there’s anything left to find in this cell… I’m living a nightmare. Six Feet by Nine is My Hell… I’m surrounded by Darkness, searching, seeking, grasping for the smallest of light… But from the Darkness I cannot hate… I’ve lost everything good in my life, taken by the hands of time… I’m so alone… but still I hold on to the hope of one day making it home… This is the story of my life… I’m surrounded by Darkness, searching for a sliver of Light… So before you judge me… think about all that you can’t see… think about all I’ve lost, all that I’ve been through… I can’t change my past… this is my present… I can only hope for a better future… This is the everyday life of doing time… No matter how hard you try… there’s no escape, nowhere to hide… You can’t run from the tick tock of the clock… Time never stops…
