Conscience Poem by Lauren Delgado

Conscience



Never-ending walls.
Everlasting halls.
Trapped and lost.

Invisible doors.
Silent roars.
Walls are falling fast.

Running fast.
Escaping past.
You're in conscience.

Friday, December 26, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: running,trapped
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