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The Prisoner and the Gaurd

June 25, 2022
By Anonymous

I have no where to go

I have no Home

Where I live, is not a restng placce for a heart to go

It’s brick, by brick, with no where for the soul to roam

 


It’s tumbling steps to fall down

It’s a “ Family room” to never be used

A solitude where friends never come around

It’s a power to be abused

 


It’s a constant yearning to leave

Where I live, is not a place to dream

It’s  lavish cement made to deceive

Where I live- it seems

 


A parent has turned gaurd

And a child has become prisoner



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