Parallels

I've been here before.
Desolate feelings creep in
before I get a chance
to close this door,
once again.

I'm blinded by the dark
bleakness of this place.
Once filled with happy faces,
now all gone.
There is nothing.

This is nowhere.
Silent screams fill my eyes
to mirror
my agitated fists.
Curled up

Crying desperate unheard
pleas!
I have been here before,
but someone has changed
the locks.

This poem is about: 
Me

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