My mind behind bars of indelible frustration,
at myself
Imprisoned by emotions without guards
to free me
My only escape is solitary confinement,
hell within
©04/2019
*I hate Wednesdays, especially wicked Wednesdays where I let stress overtake me
Her whiskey eyes tell all.
Whiskey Tales and Spells 
Gorgeous poem!
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Thank you!
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My pleasure 😇
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I hear you there! Hopefully you can make it through unscathed.
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Unscathed — no blood shed, yet.
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