Six sides Closed in walls Gray barran Graffiti lurks cold to breath Lights flicker Senses void Hightened pain Ears closed Shouts of pain From others closed Senses hightened to the cold Investment breath heavy Damp one sits and dwells on past without future One is bound Feelings gone One is void one is lost
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Kathy
Six sided almost demonic
Stench of foulness in the air
Feeling coldness n feet wet
I can't see its dark
I can't breathe catching breath
I can't scream beyond the noise
I can't sit ,faceses everywhere
That's how I feel when reading
This amazing surreal poem