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5. Written From Experience. Crawling around on the soiled floorboards
Clawing at the walls
Grasping at the barred windows
Scratching at the heavy wooden door.
Screams attempt to penetrate the walls
‘No one can hear you now’.
Sobs absorbed by the crumbling plaster
Escape is all they can think about.
Banging on the walls at all hours of the day
How I wish they could be released
They scream and shout all through the night
Craving access to the outside world.
When they are weary of screaming
They sleep for hours on end
Those times are so peaceful
Those times are so quiet.
But those prisoners can keep on screaming
For however much we both want them to be released
Those demons will live forever
Inside my head.
