Prison

Nov 10, 2022

1 min read

By Kasin Salkimo G Momin

Dreams are gone,

Delusions have dwindled.

Alone in cold prison,

I lay on my hard prison bedstead.

Wondering, pondering,

What I should do?

To free myself from this inferno;

Has God left me to die?

In this foul prison cell.

Or is Almighty testing me,

How resilient I am?

Matters not what it may be;

I will go through this misery of mine,

With stoic flame in my heart.

By Kasin Salkimo G Momin

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