Familiar

This feeling feels familiar

Alone, inferior

Being crowded

Surrounded by my own thoughts

Snickers from my own bots

and demons

This ain’t a free world no free men

I think im screaming and crying out loud

No one can hear me my lips are tight bound

and glued shut

The funs undone

In this darkness I see shadows

My dreams hanging from the gallows

Hopes dangling and gripping for dear life

why try

when my two fingers are pried

open

My hands lay broken

Confused with these fears that turn these gears

forward and backward its like a merry go round

What’s love when no one is around

 

 

-Thanks for reading Freestyle Poetry Monday-

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