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Walls are closing in,
holding me tight;
I have never felt
so isolated,
so scared;

The dark clouds above,
the cold cement beneath
the stench of this place
could send people to their grave;
I fear for my life.

My parents are here.Somewhere,
in this place,I hate it.
All they have given me is a
cot for me to sleep;
an old itchy blanket
and a radio.
They leave me

Walls are closeing in,
Holding me tight;
I have never felt
so isolated,
so scared;
I have never had to fear for my life before.

The dark clouds above me,
The clod cement beneath me,
The stench of this place
could send people to their grave;
I fear for my life.





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Black said...
Feb. 15, 2010 at 9:13 am
this is an eggcellent poem.keep on writing
 
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