captive
She lays captiveon her bed of nails
she built it for herself
her youth has been drained
her soul dinished
she crys out
everyone can hear
but nobody listens
will she plan her escape???
captive
She lays captivePoetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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