Dont Follow Poem by Nick Briggs

Dont Follow



The dirt cakes deep
Bout three inches around
Snap on my handcuffs
While I lay on the ground
The angry man lives
Behind the cage door
When you watch from outside
Even in peace there is war
Every breath I take
Is another death triggered
Wouldnt it be lovely
To be disfigured
I pull up the blanket
Lying alone in bed
While dreams of execution
Dance in my head

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Viola Grey 25 July 2008

strong images....intense, but sad poem

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