Poem – Over And Over :

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So I started drawing on the walls.
I had been in that room for three weeks,
No windows, no ventilation,
No leaving, just a slot on the door
So they could check I was alive.
I was alive.
I drew circles,
Over and over.
No pens allowed
But I smuggled in a blade
And red ink flowed.
Circles and circles until I faded away,
Broken by the day to day ‘life’.

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