Snails With Sails
Harrison Doust
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Poetry
No mail
No bail
Just jail
Hail and rain
Rain and suffering
Silently ingrained
Nothing to gain
Just the in chasing the sane
As one they are the same
Welcome to hell
Act up
Get locked up in the cell
Sun down sun up
Commeth a new day
Can you hear and tell
With the ringing of the bell
This is a new hell
The cycle of life
Why can’t you break
Out of your shell
Set sail
Like walking trees
Dressed in green and white
Throw a seed
Beyond the wall
Repeat after me
In three
Thrice
Once and twice
Twice and once
Thrice
I’ve become a tree
Tree of life
Seed a new breed
Got mail
Time to bail
I will not fail
Outside these walls
Again!
Date Published
October 29, 2026
By Janali
Cold blows the wind tonight, sweetheart, cold are the drops of rain, cold are the four walls of my cell, so cold I shall remain.
ISSUE NO. 28
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By Nic
Alone in my cell, 3 metres long and 2 metres wide, the ceiling above, as low as the tide, the tide I’ll never see for so many years.
ISSUE NO.28
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