John's Poetry
Poetry written by John Henry Galas, a man with Asperger's Syndrome.
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Wednesday, December 18, 2013
A Town Called Hell
In a town that is a prison,
No way to expand.
No one to talk to.
Nearly every friend is gone or conformed.
The closest to paradise is like a journey.
I can only shrink in my own box.
Long have I wish to reach that golden place.
But for now I wait for my haven.
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