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A 6 by 8 compartment,
Surrounded by cement,
Every waking hour a lament,
Along with piss and excrement.
Day in, day out;
No sense of what’s about,
Only constant self-doubt
And gradual fade-out.
A seeming endless descent
Spiraling like a coiled serpent
Filled with malcontent,
Doing time in solitary confinement.
Karina Pinella 
Loved it! Creepy masterpiece.
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Thanks, I was inspired by an article I read about prisoners in solitary confinement.
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Nice!
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😀
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Great poem. Thanks for sharing!
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Sounds like school.. I’m kidding! 😀 Can’t imagine myself in such a situation. Probably end up claustrophobic by the end of the hour… or minute…
– Lashaan
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More like work. Haha
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Great poem and title, with a good choice of image, too. Made my skin crawl.
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Thank you. I hope your skin has settled back in
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