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[messyah]

Here in my prison I sit
Walls of iron built solidly round
Where once the blue shone down
The bars are black; I settle back
to watch through the tiny crack
a snippet of sky is all I have,
while i wait away the waning day
and soon it will be gone
and all alone
I clutch my pillow tight,
dirty and sweaty, thin and worn,
I liked it better once upon a time
before history took its color,
and its fullness,
when once it reminded me of holding you.

sleep away, sleep away the waning day
it will be better, come the morning;
til then, goodbye.