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confined to the dark room only lit for a moment of the day,
hearing the sounds of steps overhead as they fade away,
nothing to think but think of the reason locked in a cell,
never to forget the forgotten purpose only to dwell,
shame in his eyes as they peer in through to look,
only saw him before when they read in a book,
his crime was not told for him to be locked,
trapped in this darkness with living always blocked,
cannot say the words he wants to speak out,
but they come as scaring sounds that shout,
so alone he remains with his back showing strong,
taken from his home for amusement that is what is wrong.