Trapped in a narrow and hollow abyss
As the time slowly tick-tocks away
The four walls grow smaller, the scenery dulls
Each minute, each hour, each day
There’s much time to think about life as a whole
The journey of trials and truths
As the cool, darkened room eats away at his soul
Its glory, its vigor, its youth

Where once a young man had casually stood
Professing his will and his way
A graying, balding and beleaguered soul
Stares stoically forward, this day
A product of errors he made in his past
Repented but alas still his own
His sentence goes forth; his judgment long cast
As he lives out his days all alone

A murderer, yet not in the known sense
A soul that left his family
Or did they leave him for being so dense
To disrupt their love and harmony
His wife and his kids, collateral carnage
Tossed away for his mistress, M.J.
The drug of his youth that led to his habit
Of harder drugs along the way

He now spends his days as the four walls grow smaller
Alone with each what might have been
A longing to change the past as he knew it
And to start things all over again
But his home’s now a prison, where love once existed
A penance for each choice made
He’ll live out his sentence and carry his burden
Regretting love was his charade