February 22, 2018
By Anonymous

It was dim, it was silent
I was trapped
Trapped by my fears
Fears of no escape
No members coming in
No prisoners coming out
There was no way to escape
I was kidnapped
Kidnapped by my fears
Touching across the cold shut walls
Finding the way to be free
I was jammed
There was illumination
It was vocal, It was iridescent
I wasn’t prisoned
I was free

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on Feb. 28 2018 at 9:02 pm
Painting__Roses__ SILVER, Aubrey, Texas
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This is an amazing poem with a lot of thought put into it.

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