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IMPRISONED
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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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How do we copewith this dimished freedomand restricted lifewe have been banished to.Prohibited from crossing the thresholdoff of these grounds,
THIS! The question that many of us have to question ourselves about our current life, and is this really how we should be living our life. Great poem. -
This is so beautiful.
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Thank you!
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disparatehousethat can never be ahome.
A great line that sums it up-
Thank you!
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Thank you!