Trapped.
I wear orange jumpsuits,
In a deep,
Dark sunken place.
Stuck in solitary with no lights or food.
Thick concrete walls prevent my escape.
Out in the woods,
The wolf looks for it's prey,
Slowly approaching with extreme caution.
Hiding in the tree shadows,
The wolf steps on a broken branch,
The prey is alerted and wolf fails to escape the hunger.
At the end of the tunnel,
But there's still no light,
Walked so much distant,
The itinerary long tiring,
Still failing to escape the dark.
I'm at the point of no return,
The Bermuda Triangle,
The devil trying to snatch away my holyness,
Far in the corner I hide,
Searching for my escape.
Trapped behind the bars of my
mind,
Poetic words are no longer.
The poetic world has become The Garden of Eden,
I've become Adam after Eve's arrival.
Trapped in the prison called my mind.
Woah!!!That was Awesome 3 pieces 😅.
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THE MORNING AFTER
Poetry"My love for you runs so deep, It is hard for me to even sleep. Every time I see your eye, All I want to do is cry. When I touch your lovely skin, I get so nervous from within" a continuation of midnight thoughts my previous book if you haven't read...
