April 23, 2008
By Robert Sloan, Cleburne, TX

I’m trapped.
Standing here with one way out,
The defiance eating the back of my mind.
Yet I stand in silence, scared of the consequences.

I’m trapped,
Trapped within my own head.
The words of free will bounce around,
Yet they cannot find their way out as I just say, “Yes sir.”

I’m still trapped.
Slowly sealing my fate with every agreement.
I hate every word that comes out of my mouth,
My opportunity fading away as he rants on about my life.

I’m trapped,
Deep in this hole.
The wet cement has risen to my throat.
I’m trapped and sealed, by my own hesitation,
Cementing every idea of what I wanted for me in a mob-style grave.

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