Prisoner

Prisoner short poem

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Trapped in a box of vicious cycle,
paranoid by his inner guilt,
the laughter of darkness is agonizing him.
No longer he wants to be alive ,
fighting his never ending nightmare,
he lost his sight of hope,
fidgeting to break out of the body,
release his soul.
He is remembering, he is regretting,
all the sins committed until now,
now he is nearing his end,
he admits that he has done everything wrong.

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Nadeem Qazilbash
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Oh prisoner, do not choose death choose life. Sad and frustrating.

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