Cement Walls
Cement walls were real
And they kept closing in on me.
Their texture all
Were in diversity.
Each one had a different call.
Each one a different reason.
They were around me fast
And so I couldn't last.
I had to get through
And run through it's crevices
But they were tougher
Than I.
I couldn't get out
As I was truly trapped
But I realized then I could get out
Because they were only in my mind.
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The worse prisons are the ones are minds make, thank you for writing this its something I can relate and draw strength from, knowing others understand. Thank you for this poem.