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Trapped
4 walls
surrounding me,
my eyes wide open
but I cannot see.
I fumble my way
on bended knee,
to find an opening
that will set me free.
I stumble around in the
pitch black gloom,
no doors, no windows
to be found in this tomb.
Within these walls
I feel it loom,
there's no escaping
my impending doom.
surrounding me,
my eyes wide open
but I cannot see.
I fumble my way
on bended knee,
to find an opening
that will set me free.
I stumble around in the
pitch black gloom,
no doors, no windows
to be found in this tomb.
Within these walls
I feel it loom,
there's no escaping
my impending doom.
Published 23rd Jan 2023
| Edited 26th Feb 2023
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