Shift your eyes towards the doors,
My shelter is a thought case.
Overwhelming me with dangers,
Mostly feelings of being blackballed.
I couldn't scream loud enough,
Even if the lies couldn't hurt me.
My voice box has been closed,
All I can do now is watch and wait.
For what though, I'm not sure.
Perhaps for a chance at freedom,
An opportunity to grasp onto something,
Real, strong and unconditional.
As I keep my eyes focused,
On the world outside my box.
There is one thing that I learn,
I may be more self centered then I thought.
(written January 17th, 2009)
Extremely powerful emotions in this. Very provoking.
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