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RE: The image is made of own imagination and thoughts
I was afraid of being so alone in this place
Imprisoned and humiliated between these iron bars
Days of pain and crying all my world changed
My days and nights were the same, I moved to live in a movie
My imagination helped me not to lose my sanity in the face of boredom
I was in a sub-world, my robot jailer, my cell a spaceship
This is how the days went by and the fear vanished, the days changed
and smiled again.
thank you @anasuleidy for your description / poem