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A short, dark poem about living life and the fear of chasing after our goals.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Horror - Words: 51 - Published: 10-20-09 - id: 2732836
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Shackled to a wall
In a prison that houses its makers.
Lightening flows through bodies
Jerking in tormented ecstasy.
Lights and shadows
Play a mockery of life;
A wretched audience
Held in thrall.
There are no guards.
The prisoners hold the keys.
Captives remain caged
By their own fear of life.
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