Towers rising,

like fingers from a grave,

reaching towards

the unknown.

I’m captive,

created my own prison,

contained inside of myself

like a ghost roaming

these halls.

Big world,

small is not a word,

waiting to be seen.

I take shelter,

refuge from life,

in my mind.

Pavement stretches,

grey shadows

of what I could have been,

go behind me until I don’t recall.

Walking alone,

no time to hold on to

what was never there.

I find it,

dreams lost in the confusion,

the thing I long for

(desired)

but I am held hostage

by words spoken

now shadows

on my wall.

Walls in minds,

prison of thought,

will I ever find the exit

to this great lie?

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