Of Walls and Confinements

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short little poem I wrote for fun one day. Some might call this a bit abstract and depressing.

Submitted: July 19, 2012

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In these horrid confinements of cold stone and pure corporal darkness I find myself each waking moment.
Put out of mind and concern is the day I was driven here by some force I can’t ever seem to recall.
Only in the former life of my dream self do I harbor any faint remembrance of a celestial body full of light.
Of these very walls does represent the safety and misery of my existence, the familiarly cool touch of my vise.
Paranoid of the unknown without and abhorring of the bleak within I sit in perfect balance, wreathed in rank indifference.


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