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My Little Cell

From this tiny cell,
I can hear the world moving.
The trees growing.
People talking. Always.
My little cell.

But in here I'm safe.
People won't disturb me here,
In my happy place.
My solitude.
My little cell.

My only wish is that it was quieter.
I don't want to hear nature
Or people.
I don't want to hear people in
My little cell.

These oppressive little walls
Form my happy little bubble
Where I live out my days.
People don't come here.
My little cell.

I could sleep for eternity
If I wanted.
No-one could wake me.
Who would want to? They're the ones who put me to sleep.
My little tomb.

abasten

@abasten

18. Forever a living work in progress. Forever bored. Feel free to contact me

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