Beautifully Strange(a Poetry Series)

In This Cell

In This Cell

In this cell I live-

and here on this cold cell floor-

I die.

In this cell I cannot hide

Nor could I ever be found

In this cell I shall bide my time-

Until my hollow soul flees-

this useless body.

In this cell I will cease to exist-

my useless body devoured in smoke-

drifting into painless ash.

nothing like the reborn phoenix.

In this cell I have never truly lived-

I simply exist

In the end of the endless days-

my cell will stay to outlive me.