Wire Braids

There was a time, so long ago,
A great deviant once smartly replied
Bitterly, angrily, rightly so:
You can lock up my body but not my mind.
But when I stare out my window,
My only view is a great divide.
A chasm, uncrossable, even though
It is only wire that keeps me on this side.
You may be curious of how I arrived
In this cell made of concrete where many have died,
And I'd have time to tell you, I've nowhere to go,
But these wire braids eat at your mind, at your soul.
I bid you adieu, the time is near,
But if you visit again, I won't be here.