Worst Enemy
As the confinement develops imprisoning me,
I scream in frustration realizing
the cause
of the darkness all around.
I am trapped.
Trapped by the daily routines.
Trapped by the ideas.
Trapped by the flaws.
Trapped by the weaknesses.
Trapped by the emotions.
Trapped and aching to move,
but stagnant, unable to escape
myself.
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