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A 6 by 8 compartment,
Surrounded by cement,
Every waking hour a lament,
Along with piss and excrement.

Day in, day out;
No sense of what’s about,
Only constant self-doubt
And gradual fade-out.

A seeming endless descent
Spiraling like a coiled serpent
Filled with malcontent,
Doing time in solitary confinement.