The Walls.. trig prehaps

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  1. resistance

    resistance Staff Alumni

    Visible walls holding me in.
    Trapped and confused
    I can't escape.
    I push.
    I scream.
    Shout and fight back.
    Trying to get out,
    No one will help.
    Stuck in the warp,
    suffercating and alone.
    The walls cave in and
    there's nothing I can do.
    "Sit back and relax, you have lost all control.
    Nothing will change the fact that you've lost.
    And can't return".
    I sit and cry as time runs out.
    They won't leave.
    I can't get out.
    The walls are closing,
    no room to move.
    This is the final minute before I'm
    crushed.
    Infront they are
    staring at me.
    Admiring the fact
    that I'm scared and fearful.
    Walls press against me,
    I try to break free.
    Heavy and strong,
    Constraining.
    This is the final second before I'm
    hurt.
     
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  2. I hear you...
    just finished writing about the last place after "trapped"...

    Oh, I hear you. Your beautiful and worthwhile expression...

    FAL1
     
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  3. BrokenPieces

    BrokenPieces Well-Known Member

    such a wonderfully written poem...

    i can relate, and i am sure alot of people can relate to this poem...

    BP
     
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