My own prison
Cold scratched walls, gray through my slitted eyesMarked with words, Carved with insultsPushing away from liquid dreams of freedomForcing silence bound and service gaggedA dim light, swinging on an invisible axisBuzzing like a mindless fly on ProzacDusty and old, subdued and mutedA fainting reminder of a glow lost foreverTall Rusty door, broken handles dangle Locked from within by a seeping thoughtKept shut from the day, barred from sightBehind a impenetrable wall, trapped insideA cold shivering child opens his eyes to the world... Written November 26th, 2001 © on Nov 26 2001 12:27 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Cold scratched walls, gray through my slitted eyesMarked with words, Carved with insultsPushing away from liquid dreams of freedomForcing silence bound and service gaggedA dim light, swinging on an invisible axisBuzzing like a mindless fly on ProzacDusty and old, subdued and mutedA fainting reminder of a glow lost foreverTall Rusty door, broken handles dangle Locked from within by a seeping thoughtKept shut from the day, barred from sightBehind a impenetrable wall, trapped insideA cold shivering child opens his eyes to the world......"