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Prison Cell

My solitude is my prison cell

And there’s nothing to set me free

My tears try to burn the my bars of my cell

But the thickness is hard to crack

The longing in my heart will not cease

As it continues to cry for some human contact

I crave for a voice to spesk words

Withering away my soul is barely alive

I am alone to resuscitate with words

Published inSorrow

One Comment

  1. I liked some of your other work. This not so much. Just want to be honest. I would like you to try this; Read this poem line by line but in reverse order. Then….. Okay. Hope this helps. Thankyou

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