Caged

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

*I hate Wednesdays, especially wicked Wednesdays where I let stress overtake me

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short-prose-fiction says:

April 17, 2019 at 10:01 am

Gorgeous poem!

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1. amberangst says:
  
  April 17, 2019 at 1:18 pm
  
  Thank you!
  
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  1. short-prose-fiction says:
    
    April 17, 2019 at 1:23 pm
    
    My pleasure 😇
    
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AC @ The Cracked Lens says:

April 17, 2019 at 11:05 am

I hear you there! Hopefully you can make it through unscathed.

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1. amberangst says:
  
  April 17, 2019 at 1:18 pm
  
  Unscathed — no blood shed, yet.
  
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