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ABSTRACT POEMS
The bars. The bars.
The bars make sure that I don't go far.
Not far at all.
Sometimes, I just lay in bed.
All these thoughts running through
my head.
Sometimes, I bang my head against.
the bars. The bars.
Day after day, so long from you, it's true,
I am away.
Night after night, so long see, you are out of sight.
Light or dark, dark or light. This is not right. I'm going to lose this fight.
Days? Lose track. That is a fact.
Pain can drive you insane.
Blue sky, get away from the bars of gray.
Just for an hour.
They have all the power.
