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A Locked Room
I knew a girl
Who held the devil
A goat decorated her back
So sinister and bold
And every night
She talked in sadness
Of trauma she had to endure
That colored her life
Well can't you ride
Just fly and never look back
Say goodbye to the one
Who put you there
I wandered in
To a man so ruthless
His desire brought the fever
In every relationship
He been wronged
Led by the nose every time
Hate festering in waves
Killing everything
Well can't you ride
Just fly and never look back
Say goodbye to the one
Who put you there
I woke up sick
To a place I once knew
Nails and boards of yesterday
Still tightly bound
I'm a second son
Born to remain close behind
My mother told me then
But I couldn't see it
Well can't you ride
Just fly and never look back
Say goodbye to the one
Who put you there
Who held the devil
A goat decorated her back
So sinister and bold
And every night
She talked in sadness
Of trauma she had to endure
That colored her life
Well can't you ride
Just fly and never look back
Say goodbye to the one
Who put you there
I wandered in
To a man so ruthless
His desire brought the fever
In every relationship
He been wronged
Led by the nose every time
Hate festering in waves
Killing everything
Well can't you ride
Just fly and never look back
Say goodbye to the one
Who put you there
I woke up sick
To a place I once knew
Nails and boards of yesterday
Still tightly bound
I'm a second son
Born to remain close behind
My mother told me then
But I couldn't see it
Well can't you ride
Just fly and never look back
Say goodbye to the one
Who put you there
Published 3rd May 2020
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3rd May 2020 9:19pm
3rd May 2020 10:53pm
This has me captivated. I can’t quite put my finger on it... but it’s powerful. The writing is exquisite. And that repeated stanza... it’s haunting like hashman said. It stings. Leaves you speechless. To me it feels invalidating. Like why can’t you just move on? And you’re left thinking, well uh don’t you see my pain? But then it forces you to ask yourself, well why don’t I? This is pure art. It moved me and it made me stop and think...it challenged me.
