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The four walls

Captive in the Confines: A Prison of Self

By Uphill MindPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
The four walls
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Trapped, enclosed

In bondage

With four walls

And no door

But a slight window for air

No bigger than a peephole

No one, No noise

As quiet as a graveyard

I yearn for death

But death comes nowhere near

As time passes

My heart races

The walls close in

And I faint with dread

I awake to find

It was only a dream

I am still alive and healthy

In the dreaded four walls

Of my own making

Forever bound

In a place

Where escape is impossible

The four walls of my life

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    Written by Uphill Mind