Locked away and safe
Just when I think I’m set free
Shackles cast aside
Suspicion starts to arise
Consuming me, productively
but sapping all things dry
The lust for life
Gone
The hope to survive
Strong
but waning steadily
What to do now?
But hang my head and cry
Cause’ whats the point of struggling
To live a life that’s not alive
Enshrined in fear and worrying
Entombed by cautious eyes.
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Great write!
I really like this one...well done :)