ANTHONY HETT
The dance of solitude Four walls and darkness is all that surrounds He owns no future, of freedom no chance To this tiny cell his adult life bound Identity lost, never to be found His years the only mass free to advance Four walls and darkness is all that surrounds Collecting his thoughts on the cold, hard ground Mind, body, soul harmonised ready to dance To this tiny cell his adult life bound The echo of his breath the only sound In the dark he stands correcting his stance Four walls and darkness is all that surrounds Gently spinning around, around, around As though dancing through a great wild expanse To this tiny cell his adult life bound Crashing to the floor a fighter plane downed Bleak reality wakes him from his trance Four walls and darkness is all that surrounds To this tiny cell his adult life bound
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