6x8
They're keeping me
in 6x8
front door made
of iron grate
concrete floor
and three steel walls
with one dim light
above it all
this story's true
not fake false fable
I use my rack
as a dinner table
up on a shelf
is Gideons book
of not one gander
have I took
revenge on them
I hold true hate
for keeping me
in 6x8.
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Having become late deafened, I now use poetry as a form of bridging the comm. barrier.
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