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Inside the Prison 2
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5. Written From Experience. The walls are bare
The ceiling is low
Wherever I look
There is no place to go
The door is bolted
A thousand times
No corner to hide in
From the hurt and the lies
No jokes or fun
No laughter there
A misery to be in
The prisoners despair
No place to hide
No place to sleep
Nowhere to escape
The pain is too deep.
Hi claire!
I love this poem! Be proud of how talented you are. :-)
love bee