ANONYMOUS   HMP PRISON HULL

 

I wish that I was dead

Like a falling stone

In a dried up well

To land on soft ground, silent

I wish that I could count

My wasted hours

I wish that I could read

So that I could write

Instead I dictate to you 

As I fall on other stones

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I wish they had cut off my hands

What time is it?

And lit my tongue like a candle wick

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Lights out!