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In The Basement

I feel it, sense it.
My release from this prison.
This frozen ice palace.
The hell on earth.

Under my own thoughts.
I guide myself to the exit.
Release my heart.
Let it fly, let it free.

Look to the skys.
For which I haven't seen in years.
Listen to the neighbors bicker.
I wonder if they remember me.

The little girl, the little monster.
Locked away in the basement.
With long concrete wall to hold her in.
With no freedom and no happiness.

The little creature held in the dark.
Crazy sorrow frozen in time.
Ghosts of the past lost with me.
locked and released be it for told.

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  • amaranthine lover gold member
    August 27, 2009
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    20.29 / 25

    I definitely know your pain. Thanks for entering.


  • Griswold silver member
    August 21, 2009

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    Beautifully done, very sad though. Thank you so much for entering the "Fight for the Gold" contest, it is greatly appreciated. Best of luck to you in the judging... Scott


  • of insincerity
    June 25, 2009
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    this doesn't quite qualify as prose so i'm going to have to remove it, but thank you for entering.


  • DeadPuppet
    January 21, 2009

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    :*(

    this makes me sad.
    not in a bad way, but the way u wrote this makes me wanna cry.
    it seems like u were so angry writing this, maybe not YOU, btu whoever this may or may not be about....
    if that makes sense...


  • Umi Juvariel
    January 21, 2009

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    Oh, I like this a lot. I loved where you went in the last few stanzas. That made me smile. This was an excellent write, and I wish you good luck in my contest.

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