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Poetry

Each of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.

Prisoner

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by kirkpr19

by kirkpr19

The prisoner with the key,

what keeps them in there is me.

I am the aching guilt,

from which this place was built.

they didn't try to run,

knowing what they have done.

I was the judge and jury,

I am their constant worry.

The warden within their chest,

the reason they cannot rest,

locked in there as well,

held in the same cell.