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Bars

The phone keeps ringing  
I meant to rise today  
aspired to be strong  
breathing will not obey  
heavy on my chest  
I begin to close my eyes  
thoughts make me ill  
all that is now dies  
bars on the windows  
to keep fear outside  
trapped me in a cage  
from myself I cannot hide
Written by mel44
Published | Edited 10th Feb 2024
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