My prison
Words once flowed from my viens,
Now they clog my blood.
Not coming as freely as they did.
My prison is closing in on my mind.
No room for growth,
No room for imagenation.
Where did it all go?
Will it come back?
Pen poised on clear canvas,
Words pour from laserated mind,
My prison door is cracked open.
I am free!
Or so I thought,
I'm still locked up inside my cell,
For I am my own jailer,
I'm my own prison.
Now they clog my blood.
Not coming as freely as they did.
My prison is closing in on my mind.
No room for growth,
No room for imagenation.
Where did it all go?
Will it come back?
Pen poised on clear canvas,
Words pour from laserated mind,
My prison door is cracked open.
I am free!
Or so I thought,
I'm still locked up inside my cell,
For I am my own jailer,
I'm my own prison.
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