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Trapped

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Trapped.

To be held against one’s will.

But what if it is my will that barged in and handcuffed me?

What if it’s my power to fight and defend myself that has chosen to surrender the white flag and be taken as a prisoner of war?

My mind is a fortress.

But does it keep away evil or does it lock me out from everything good?

These thoughts are everywhere,

They keep coming…

I’m surrounded.

Trapped.

A victim of my own imagination,

Star of my own dreams.

What is real and what isn’t is a question I cannot find a solution to.

Take me back,

To the time of Tabula Rasa,

Where my mind was a blank slate and your hate and fear wasn’t engraved on it.

My mind is a fortress.

And no matter how loud I scream,

No one will hear me,

Because I’m …

Trapped.

-m.e.2020

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