Poetry of John Shaw

      One More Scratch


      One more scratch on the cold cell wall
      one more time taught the futility of it all
      one more time did I try to break free
      and let someone share my life with me

      With the door open my eyes could see
      the calm thoughts come in and caress me
      yet before long came the cold and the what was became old
      and my body again shook from the false feelings mistook
      so I closed the door
      hung my feelings in the hall
      then scratched another scar on my cold cell wall


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