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My Dungeon
How come I feel homeless
When I live in a house
I know how to get in
But I can’t find my way out
Entrapped within these four walls
That make me feel small
Uncomfortable in a world
In which I don’t belong
Surrounded by hatred, misery, and deceit
Trapped in loneliness, sadness, and grief
With self inflected wounds
That no one can see
Because they are internal
Yet felt externally
I hold this pain inside
Yet it escapes from the teardrops
That fall from my eyes
You can’t see my pain
But you can see me cry
You can see that my eyes are closed
But you can’t see that I’ve died
Even though my eyes are open
I am still asleep
When my eyes are closed
I’m awake and search for my peace
You can see that my eyes are closed
But you cannot see that I have died
But my eyes are open
On the other side
I am alive
