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Everything's closing in
Everything's coming
Walls are moving
Doors are slamming
Windows sealing
No light
No space
I push
I stand
Or I try
And I fall
My kegs are broken
My arms tremble
My world shrinks
My back aches
I'm in pain
So much pain
I can't get up
The more I try
The more it squeezes
The more Squeeze
The less space
The less life
I'm out of life
I'm out of will
The walls have stood
The walls were strong
Walls do not crumble
I'm sealed within
I'm trapped
I'm trapped
This once was a castle
Draperies hung like rainbow foliage
In a forest where life was currency
And it was rich with it
Now the walls are all that remain
Rags clothe the ruins
And I'm poor
So poor
I can't escape
I can't crumble
I can't fall
I can't
Outside the wall I'm still king
Outside the wall I'm still above
Outside is everything
Inside is all that remains
Can they see?
Will they see?
That I'm trapped?
That I'm afraid?
So afraid
I'm afraid
I'm afraid
I'm afraid
Can a king be afraid?
No he can't
Or can I?
What have I then?
If nothing inside
And nothing outside attainable
Only useless fear as a companion
I'm trapped
Nowhere to go
No one to shout to
No one to hear me
I can't climb over walls that move
I can't dig under and become
A king clothed with dirt
What have I then?
What am I then?
Only walls
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Trapped
PoetryMy best translation of my raw emotions at the moment into words somewhat coherent enough to be understood by some given population out there in the world. Enjoy or not, it's up to you. Then again, you chose to read it.
