Prisoner of Doubt
i have lived and i have died
depression turns to suicide
the four corners are closing in
as i wait for death to begin
so very frightened
i know one day will be brightened
so at peace
laying inside this fury beast
love being tired of being tired
an no way out
as if my feet are being drudged
through the mire
like a prisoner of doubt
Copyright © Gregory Ramos | Year Posted 2015
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