November 11, 2008
By Katie Guelzo, Marietta, GA

I'm trapped inside this house,
While you hold the key.

That perches in the soul,
Of my sorrow and depression.

The voice in my head,
An unwelcome guest,
A prisoner of my own demise,
A soldier trapped behind enemy lines.

With arms of steel at either side,
I broke apart this house i call my mind.

And forever free,
From empty thoughts,
I'll be.

The author's comments:
My teacher in my creative writing class gave my class a prompt where we had to bring in three lines from our favorite songs and put them into a poem. This is what came out in the end.

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