Cool Poem

by | Mar 30, 2009 | Poetry | 0 comments

Behind these bars that were created
By the words i could not speak
Through the walls of truth that falsehood cracked
My words havent been spoken, therefore cannot leak
Chained to this frame, by guilt i wont express
Blinded by the dark I am captured
In the cold hands of death
I created this prison, with things i left unsaid
Now these walls will break and form into
A resting place for the dead

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