My loneliness traps me in
A prison of sadness and sorrow
My spirit runs cold with each dying day
I sit in my room where pot smoke and slow music
beats to my soul
Where it cannot run free
My soul sits chained to the walls of my mind
Begging to be set free once again
Screaming shaking chains violently
Yelling to freedom from its captors
This splendid sorrow I am in
Fuels my creativity
To spew the most beautiful words from my mind
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