Trapped Poem by Zubaida Boland
Trapped
Trapped in a room I am
With no doors but to hell below
No windows but to darkness
I keep banging my head on the walls
Until it bleeds
However, the tortured soul inside of me
Would never leave
Now All I live are moments of grief
Over the past that I've always wanted to relive
Over the memories kept inside my mind
That gave me nothing such as a relief!
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