Trapped
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Last published Wed, Apr 13, 2016
Feeling trapped
Feeling beaten
Feeling terrible
Feeling terrified
You are lost losing all hope just as I wash all scars in soap I don't know how to cope yet now I hang there at the end of a rope, almost as lifeless as the cliche soap.
Both to be eroded away by the cleansing of others, be it skin or soul.
I will be trapped just as the soap, doomed to cleanse others grime and for what? I have committed no crime.
So we both remain trapped on the rope until we are too eroded to hang on and so insignificant we will both be washed down the drain. Never heard from again.
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