A bit of Poetry

Confinement

 

Confinement of the inner self, of the soul

Why do we allow?

Why do we allow?

Hurt to burrow holes in the lives we live

What would it be like without confinement?

We could truly express ourselves…

Or do we want to?

Shall we stand still, harden like cement…lifeless!

Confinement,

Of our bodies

Of our souls

Of our hearts

Of our lives

What’s your drug?

BREAK FREE!

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