Dark Poetry ~ Harsh Realities

by Omega Maverick on 2018/03/04

Break into this prison.
Created for myself.

Force through walls.
Cremated memories.

Reinforced by iron.
Too many times to mention.

Harsh realities.

Making way into convalescent existence.
People walk by forcing decay.

Please, free me, from this hell…

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