The four walls close in
Feet too heavy
Heart glued
Dawns on me
Am trapped
Chains cutting into skin
Broken promises
The norm
Empty words
I hold close
At the mercy of fate
I am.
Numb
wishes never horses
I wallow
In a miasma of pity
hopelessness
My mate
Awaiting my destination
.
I glimpse it
Us
Drowning in laughter
Like my mirror image
Your top secret
Mine
Contentment
Pure happiness
All foggy.
Can I salvage my freedom....?
Liz
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