Trapped

I find myself trapped
By the very rituals
I made to survive

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This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken

Laughing

I don’t want
to be
where
I am.
I could move but
there is
nowhere
I can go.
I am trapped
inside
my cursed
mind.
It follows
me
everywhere,
laughing
at my
pain.

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This poem is inspired by the book How To Write Evocative Poetry