I find myself locked in a prison,a prison of my own design,
it has no bars, to guard me,
no chains to confine,
just that ever graying,
thin black line.
trapped in conformity,
being what I need to be,
locked in myself,
I think I've ceased to be,
the art, the poetry of my soul,
its all fading its nearly gone.
should I break free of myself?
or am I to far gone.
would it be a better lot?
to fade completely,
and become what I am not.
questions with no answers,
and no one to see my plight,
I feel myself fading,
a snuffing out of the light.
the pain of the loss,
a sad sense of regret,
a sacrifice, for the loved,
my soul has been spent.
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