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| Member Join Date: Jul 2009 Location: stone mountain , GA
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| prisoner of the mind
In my internal fortress I sit. Waiting for the guard to come even though I know that I am alone. A war is raging outside. In my internal fortress I wait for the beast to come and end this. Day breaks with little joy. Seeing the light of day brings no comfort when the suns rays weigh me down Like the heavy hand of an abusive parent. Claiming that there is love behind the punishment, But all I feel is the pain. The war is upon my doorstep. Ever threatening to enter but doesn’t. Simply knowing that the possibility exists, And the anticipation of pain and of not knowing Is torture enough. In my internal fortress I pace. Looking for an escape in the chambers of my mind That I call home. There is no escape, save for the open door that I see But do not recognize as a means to freedom. The war is over yet here I sit In my internal fortress I die alone. BY:Tortured |
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