Iron Gates

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The darkness prevailing
Outside all the more appealing
What to do?
Where to go?

How to leave?

Bars screech as the outer realm
Beckons
All to come and enjoy a break

He leaves the cell
Reminiscent of a living hell
For a brief reprieve

Outside the others groups judge
They deal, real and unreal
Arguments ensue

Watching, whishing
Reminiscing

Time gone, time lost, time held
In the memory

Choices made, choices cemented
Choices regretted

Second chances never existing
Fairy tail endings slipping by
The slums
To the iron gates

Freedom gained, freedom lost
Freedom never there, never known





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