Quell all the titter
All has evanesced
Let me sit
Warrant life pass by
Shut out the blaze
I don't want you to see
This desolate entity
Now seizing ahold of me
Lock all the doors
Let no one in
The soul you once had known
Is no longer me
Pull down the blinds
Make this my cell
The night is my prison
This is my hell
Mask all the echoes
Warrant life pass by
I can still harken the chords
But it's not my ballad
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Author:
Cassie Hays (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Powerful words, but rather plenty of despair. Retreating into oneself, as life outside is unbearable. The house becomes a cell, a prison a hell.
A sad and touching write of withdrawing from the outside world and battening down the hatches for self protection, very relatable to many, nicely expressed and written
Ty for the kind words and taking time to read my work
You are very welcome
A need for privacy in a moment of weakness. Nicely written
Ty for the kind words and taking time to read my work
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