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Trapped

June 12, 2018
By TheLoneOnes BRONZE, Fort Wayne, Indiana
TheLoneOnes BRONZE, Fort Wayne, Indiana
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Something in the darkness drips

A slow pace it seems to follow

Screams tear a path from my lips

Inside I grow so empty and hollow

 

He comes to me in flashes and visions 

As I wait in this damp, cold cell

It seems I’ve run out of decisions 

Imprisoned now im my own personal hell


The author's comments:

My mind wonders in a weird and dark direction. And this is the outcome.


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