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
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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