Having been previously ensconced
In my mind and body long ago (with no choice in the matter)
I've come to resent the prison to which I am eternally bound
My thoughts echo and reverberate against the pulsing walls of flesh
Which only reminds me of the solitude I am forced to endure inside myself
Sometimes my predicament overwhelms me leaving me in a truly terrifying place
But more often, I find myself complacent with my current state
Which no doubt is scarier than the former
For if I am complacent with my prison
I might never escape it
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My poems....IN BOOK FORM!
PoésieHere's my poems but I think I'll be putting them in here from now on
