Unable to Flee

Incarcerated within my own thoughts

No way to express, I begin to rot

Silence so cold, I’m left in distraught

Unspoken words find nowhere to stop

 

Deceiving memories

Hold the mysteries that will never be

For what I used to believe

Is no hidden under concrete

 

Upon I stumble

The hidden rumble

Silent actions, I begin to fumble

Untouched dreams begin to crumble

 

Dissociate the inner retaliations

No chance of deviation

My life is my own creation

Of the monsters that have taunted me

This poem is about: 
Me

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