I AM FOUND
whipping winds
tear away my guise
in the night
your hands
weapons of destruction.
twisting tornadoes
i watch in dismay as you
turn me into shreds
and lock me away
isolation.
unhurried
the calm before the storm
i break away
but there is no freedom
no chance of escape
awakening awareness
i give everything
i give everything
and you don't see
hopeless
finally found
i am caught
in an endless cycle of desperation,
fear, torture
nothingness.
who am i?
what am i?
only you know.
i am what you say i am.
whatever that may be.
i am not my own
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