As I sit covered in dry and crusty tears
From the hours of inhuman crying fits
I contemplate the reason of my fears
As I close my tired, red and bloated eyes
My thoughts drift in and out of memories
That flit thru my tragic mind like bloated flies
I can see an open door that is bound
I stop and feel fear upon my soul
I am not sure why I fear being found
This is my mind my thoughts and hopes
But fear it is I feel as with despair and hate
My love and aspirations are bound by ropes
The shackles around my being I cannot see
Are held in place by mental chains and locks
And as hard as I search within I can’t find the key
I fumble and falter as I trudge thru the past
Only to reveal memories of fear and loathing
So I run deeper down within my mind so fast
I can hear me calling to myself to stop and turn
But I know I lie I am tricking me with hope
I dare not turn to see even tho inside I yearn
The voice is cold like spears of solid ice
Begging, pleading for me to listen and see
But I will not be fooled not once, not twice.
The void in my mind is fraught with danger
I did not know where I was at first sight
But it was my future and I was a stranger
This place is desolate, cold with unknown fear
A chamber of what will be that has yet not
Have I come full circle, as I sit and shed a tear?
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