Home Read Write Forums Blogs Bottom of a Prison By darkpoetMon, 13 Sep 2004 328 reads Bottom of a Prison Grasping for air, that never comes, At the bottom of a pestilential prison. Air tanks empty, on my last pound of air, I truthfully doubt, anyone will care. Lungs on fire, Vision fading, My soul alone, God is taking. Certificate 12StoryBottom of a PrisonOther Fiction Facebook Twitter Log in to post comments
Bottom of a Prison By darkpoetMon, 13 Sep 2004 328 reads Bottom of a Prison Grasping for air, that never comes, At the bottom of a pestilential prison. Air tanks empty, on my last pound of air, I truthfully doubt, anyone will care. Lungs on fire, Vision fading, My soul alone, God is taking. Certificate 12StoryBottom of a PrisonOther Fiction Facebook Twitter Log in to post comments
