In My Prison All Alone

This is a poem about LIFE, DEATH & IN BETWEEN. Is the in-between Freedom or just the Nothingness of Death?

In my prison all a lone,
Hoping and praying for life,
Life is near;

In my prison all a lone,
Hoping and praying for life,
Life is hear;

I am born but born to die,
In my world all alone
Hoping and praying for death;

Death is near,
Death is hear,
I am dead;

Dead,
Dead!
But free.
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