Walls so high: I miss the sky- where is my sunrise within my oubliette?

Sad faces replaced by empty spaces- that space between a blink and a tear: I fear my dear I may not survive this year.. With untold many served for which I deserved.
Chances of parole have come and gone.
-is this life that lives on?

Walls so high; and they've taken away my right to decide.. Sad faces replace empty spaces- if rain is what you want?, then take your seats and enjoy the wall.