Some simplistic poetry that conveys mini stories

A spiritual tale of a battle n a cubicle cell.
Locked away without passage for within inner solitude shall prevail.
Unable to pierce my proctective shell.We come we go without remembering why we continue on with what seems like a theatrical show.

A day will pass,with one day being your last.Into the beginning of the life after.A place of confusion,were you fall for one trick ,and your back into the illusion a game were your the fool that generates one's laughter.