You lock me in this prison
With no more than a drop of gruel
A day.
You see me
Emaciated
Dirty
Ragged
And you laugh
Your evil little laugh
As if you have won.
You underestimate me,
"My friend."
I am stronger than you think, for
These deadened eyes
They hold more
Than my unbroken spirit.
They hold the key
To your torment
When my life has
s
l
i
p
p
e
d
Through the cracks.
It is not over yet.
It has not even begun.