New day, same familiar jail cell.
Imprisoned by the unpredictable warden, named emotion.
Sharing a cell with the Angel of Death, falsely identifying as my thoughts.
Forced to surrender to its co-conspirator, the one i call, regret.
Subjected to the harmful camaraderie between the two.
Both visiting from their home, the land of my self-consciousness
Branded by my afflictions.
Suffocated by all of the words I leave unspoken.
Mocked by the despondent soundtrack that vibrates through the prison walls.
Antagonized by the deafening pitches of shame, born from the lyrics of my testimony.
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Author:
Katie Kindle (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 26th, 2023 14:37
- Comment from author about the poem: My life in its rawest form. I hope these words can reach another who, too, feels imprisoned by their own self.
- Category: Reflection
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