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Living in a Prison
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Personal (Melancholy) There is barbed wire
around my heart;
I am caught in the twists
of a fenced in world.
The cells are big enough
to contain my body
but not to hold my spirit
that has since left me.
The guards scream in
my ears until they bleed;
they confine me to
thoughts of inadequacy.
They think I’ll try to escape
and that is my desire
because they punish me
for crimes I did not commit.
While I remain locked up,
my soul managed to flee
to a place where it could
roam free from oppression.
