Encased in this horror,
Bound by the wretched shackles,
The stench of smell,
Suffocating,I'm stuck in this prison,
The prison of my own heart,
Held back by my restraints,
My efforts are futile,Escaping this little prison of mine,
Would take a more harsh force,
And the way to do that is to;
Move on, forwarding to the future.18/11/2015
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PoetryA collection of poems written by my shitty self. used to be reborn Poems are arranged from old to new. Thank you for the reads and votes! 28/9/15