Number Seventeen- "I Sit"
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I sit
Crowded and cramped
I sit
Sweaty and damp
I wait
For judgement impending
I wait
For gavel cracking
I die
Inglorious sleep
I die
No one to weep
I lie
Buried in rocks
I lie
Like a log
Heaven
Mourns not
Heaven
Too far to touch
I weep
Bittersweet tears
I weep
Yet no one hears