As i sit in this box with its hollowed out walls,
listening to silence echo Down the halls.
Time standing still, holding back death.
the lies that have trapped me catch on my breath.
I see a face in the mirror that is not mine,
laughing for no reason, or rhyme.
With hands shaking and breath quaking,
while the plastic ballerina is awakning.
And may the poetry be wrong,
her laughter melting into song.
I feel I've been dancing all along,
inside of prison holding me strong.
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Author:
The Drunk Pirate (
Offline) - Published: August 16th, 2017 10:43
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Comments2
Drunk Pirate, you must have been completely sober when writing this beautiful piece of poetry! Kudos!
Thank you!
May the door to your prison soon be opened. Good write.
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