Locked in this closet,
Making up ideas of reality
No further than the walls of this room.
Not knowing
Of what lurks
Behind the closed door.
Stepping out
Into the piercing light,
Into a new world.
Fear and terror grip me
Forcing words back down my throat
And out my hand.
Invisible string made from judging eyes
Sew my mouth shut
And bind my actions.
Hard choices come,
I run away,
Waiting for time to choose itself.
Closing my eyes I make a wish
To turn back time,
To fix my mistakes
But fate is not my friend,
Never has,
Never will be.
I am stuck,
Forever moving forward,
Waiting for life to fix itself.
Please tell me what you think
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good!
i hope things get better for you! nice write. -
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aw thanks
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wow...thats depresing, what mistakes? good poem.
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nice work
thought provoking yet alluring, nice
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thanks!!
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