Paradox
Oh prison cell where I reside
Castle of my wounded pride
I’d ask for help, to be set free
Alas, I hold the only key!
My hand against the bar, the glass
The darkest shadows of my past
I wrote a twisted ugly plot
My Genie’s in a bottle locked
Stars shoot through the open sky
I make no wish, you wonder why?
Too scared I am, to count to three
And find you staring back at me.
Copyright © Ellie King | Year Posted 2014
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