Locked up

October 1, 2008
By Anonymous

locked up, in a room.
No where to go.
all alone.
I hear the silence.
I here my breathing.
I think will I ever get out?
Will I ever taste freedom?
I want to run.
As far and fast as i can from here.
I'm locked up though.
No where to go.
Thinking I want to go home.
Wherever that is.
I no longer want to say as I lay here in the emptiness.
I'm locked up.
all alone.

The author's comments:
No I am not locked up. hahaha.
But sometimes i do feel like i am.
Sometimes theres not enough freedom to taste.
writing words gives me freedom though.

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