Dark Poetry #2 |
Prison |
Moon Dust
since 1999-06-11
Posts 2177Skelmersdale, UK |
For a prison without bars, And nor walls, Yet I am not free, But traped in socity, And in turn traped, In the dark heart of depression, Where I rot. Lies comfort but the truth burns. |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
I can relate hon, you put into words eloquently what I am feeling this morning... but watch your spelling *Our deeds travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are..* Isis ~ Sovereign of the Spirit |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
I surely relate to this, also. Trapped in society, and no real way out. Scary thought. Take care. catalinamoon Words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling, like dew, upon a thought produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions think. Lord Byron |
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