My body is a cage
Full of secrets and life,
The outside is black
And as cold as night,
The garden is empty
With wilted roses,
Everything is gone
The final door closes,
I'm trapped inside
Stocked away to die,
Society as forced me
To stay in my mind,
Starving and anxious
I take my last breath,
Knowing I've joined them
The kingdom of death
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Author:
Sky (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 11th, 2018 13:19
- Comment from author about the poem: basically I wrote this because I feel trapped inside myself. I feel like no one really wants to hear anything other than "I'm good, you?" When they ask how are you, because they can't handle the truth and want people to suffer in silence. Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself.
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Well written and expressed
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