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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