Prison

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Ze'ev-Hayalim, Feb 23, 2007.

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  1. a hollow wish in my arms
    cold and shallow
    bereft of the jewel, the better half, the only reason
    love of many forsaken, hatred of myself indulged
    what lurks inside?
    brooding agony, glass and thorns
    hold my hand, lest i trip
    comfort me, lest i falter
    imprisoned joy, fortified terror
     
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