Kelsi Brockway

Lost Words

lost words
never heard
they die before they reach the mouth
in my head screaming for help
a way out
life is a prison
desire its chains
most people think
each lock has it's key
but some locks are made
to never be opened.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 13, 2012

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