IMPRISONED

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Submitted Date 06/30/2019
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What is it

to be locked away,

stuck in a dim

concrete

basement

only lit by

one bulb.

Being kept company

by the steel

imdustrial

washing machines,

whirling

and swirling away.

 

Why are we the ones

to forfeit our lives

at the words of another.

Hidden away

like an embarassing

childhood picture,

by people who refuse

to admit

we exist.

 

How do we cope

with this dimished freedom

and restricted life

we have been banished to.

Prohibited from crossing the threshold

off of these grounds,

imprisoned

in this stagnant

disparate

house

that can never be a

home.

 

When can we leave this dreadfl situation,

will we ever get out alive?

Though never the

same,

can we survive

the abuse we've endured

and move on

with the rest of

our lives?

 

I hope so.

I want to walk out

into the blooming garden,

walk down the path,

and exit

through the fence

onto the tarmac

of the street.

I must believe

that I can walk away

and never look back.

Be a bird in flight

who can venture the world

in their own freedom,

with their own wings

in complete autonomy.

And never

needing to do laundry

again.

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