Tied
My Body's cold,
But My mind is hot.
I want to die,
But I'd rather not.
I need to leave,
But I can not go.
Tied to the shore
While the tide is low.
It's rising now,
But I can't break free.
Stuck to the sand
Of the briny sea.
And finally
There is no where to hide,
As I'm tied to the floor
by the climbing tide.
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My Heart's Prison
PoetryThis is a collection of poems from a harder time in my life. They are not exactly joyful and have many subjects that people try not to broach frequently. These are very personal, but I hope that other people out there can relate. Thank you for readi...
