The Beautiful Impossible Poetry Contest, Sponsor - Sotto Poet. Date written: 08/11/2026
these four walls keep the outside world in, but in here my restless mind becomes calm. though confined by iron bars, i feel no fear, and although i'm without choices, i end up with complete freedom. as there's nothing to chase i cease running; since there's no way ahead, looking deep inside myself. the noise of freedom turned out to be a heavier burden, for it meant a thousand open doors which confined only me. in the stillness of the four corners, the voice of silence d e a f e n i n g. all options exhausted, i’m forced to finally a r r i v e. my hands are bare, yet they hold everything. my feet planted to the ground, yet walking far. shadows brood over me, yet I see the sun clearly. in this confined space, i am... infinite.
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