Stuck
stuck
I was drowning
stuck inside my head
banging clawing inside
the walls. The
Crying screaming
yelling awaiting
one day I will be free
from this prison.
One day will be free
some will come along
and maybe love once
again.
As await in my head
longing to be free
drowning and stuck.
foxsolo 11\2\2018
Copyright © Johnathan Howard | Year Posted 2018
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