God's Most Beautiful Angel-A Mother's Grief
Cell
I'm stuck inside this awful cell.
Exiled to the mundane.
Padlocked in I'm forced to dwell.
Forever playing an internal game.
I've tried getting out.
The rusty bars are thick.
Sanity…well…that's in doubt.
I'm stuck here cold and sick.
The light is dim.
My hope is gone.
Still paying for your whim.
Praying for the dawn.
Reprieve…what's that?
Purgatory at best.
Forge ahead…I can't.
I've failed the test.
Dear God…let me out of this cell.
I beg you.
Please let me out of myself.
Exiled to the mundane.
Padlocked in I'm forced to dwell.
Forever playing an internal game.
I've tried getting out.
The rusty bars are thick.
Sanity…well…that's in doubt.
I'm stuck here cold and sick.
The light is dim.
My hope is gone.
Still paying for your whim.
Praying for the dawn.
Reprieve…what's that?
Purgatory at best.
Forge ahead…I can't.
I've failed the test.
Dear God…let me out of this cell.
I beg you.
Please let me out of myself.
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