Dank, Foul, Cramped and Hot Forced to sit in one spot Damned/Condemned to lay in my own waste Surrounded by so many unfamiliar faces Person next to me hasn’t moved for a week Eyes open to a peak Down here, there are cries of pain Up above, laughter at a game I can barely breathe How was this place conceived They’ve brought us on deck Pulling the chains on my neck Two women have jumped into the deep blue Holding hands under the moon I wish this Nightmare to end So I can waked up in my bed Author: Te’Nay M. Wilks
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