Dark, Emotions, Freestyle, Poetry, Writing

Four Walls

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Four walls stand tall,
Towering over my small frame
Some might say, an unfaltering sanctuary
But, what do I see?
An unyielding prison,
Crafted from shreds of sorrow
And wisps of blackened brimstone
In this gilded cage,
My mind is locked away,
Hidden beneath layer after
Layer of abject misery
My heart is covered in chains,
No more room to breathe,
No gentle beat drumming by
Four walls stand tall,
Imprisoning me for an eternity

© 28 December 2019, by Haley Scully

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