Poetry Behind the Wire
I came here on a lengthy sentence
My life has become barbed wire
and metal fences
Structured living
Like a page from a poetry book
With thoughts, emotions, rhymes
Words dancing in time
I lay it down on paper
To escape
We dance according to their rules
And their time
Guards counting
Room to room
A haiku that they devised
Head count at seven, eleven and five
The scenery is great front the porch at the top.
Tammy Davis
2004
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