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Prison of open doors

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this is a rhythmic tale of a boy who grew up to in fear of what lye beyond warm and familiar walls he built around himself. this poem is inspired by a suggestion from a fellow writer named
starsthatfellonrandumgirlatnite who recently commented on my poem "the ugliest teacher"

Submitted: October 25, 2017

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She is the mother who says its not safe.

The arms that hold me when the pain is too great.

 

It is the blanket that keeps me at bay

the familiar face that I see every day.

 

It is a prison of open doors

a comfy little room where I am free to be bored.

 

He is the bully between me and my Ball

who hid my inner light within my own walls.

 

She is the key that locked me away.

Fed me sweet lies and promised to stay.

 

but the sugar was stale, processed and fake

she lied this whole time. Ran off with my cake

 

now I'm awake.

 

The motherly tunes I used to adore

are now so obnoxious, they drive me to the door.

 

I twist and I pull. I run and I pant

if only that sugar hadn't made me so fat

 

I sprint and I hide but the comforts keep pace

my demons insist that I return where it's safe.

 

It's cold and im tired but finally free.

Awed by the sky and the green at my feet.

 

Im lost in the open but away from the chains.

Away from the safety that kept me at bay.

 

How could they hide this With sugar and lies

why didn't they tell me to open my eyes.

 

I'm fat and I'm tired, angry and old

I could have seen it all if a dared to be bold

 

sure there are dangers; lions and bees

but they chase me across the grass

where I am otherwise free

 

leave your sweets and your blankets at home

frolic outside and stub your little toes

 

Play in the grass until night grows near

but never live a life that is governed by Fear.

 

 

 

 

 

 



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