Unchained

Confined by 4 walls in a jungle made of concrete
Sleeping and waking in violence is no easy feat
Only thing I have to take me away is poetry
Expressing myself in ways only I can understand
With this pen no walls can hold me for I am free
But still held in captivity
Experiencing a level of exponential suffering with a side of agony
One day Will come for my release physically
Time to relinquish these iron manacles and chains
Years of torture and pain relieved
Until then no 4 can can hold me..