"Locked In"
I was always a bit to myself, always hiding in the shadows
but even when I tried to break free, I seemed to be locked in.
It's been thirteen years now,
I am still locked away.
The lock has become rust,
no key to set me free,
not after so long.
YOU ARE READING
poetry for delight
Poetryall the deep stuff from my dark, depressed mind. *come ye immortal thoughts from my black soul of desperation. COPYRIGHT © 2017, Keely Miller All Rights Reserved, Penalties to forgers and those who use material written by author without permis...
