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Asylum

I was just going to lie
For a little while

It was too far a cry
And a thousand whys

The lie
The while
The cry
The whys

It was a baptism of fire
A fire in baptism

A lover in a narcissist

A saint in a sinner
A sinner in a saint

A lost soul seeking asylum.

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I meant to return

Author Philemon Sunday

Nightfall in my hall

All I can do is recall

As I sit down in darkness

I confess

My part was not any less

Than whose I was forced to impress

It was a year ago

I left my heart behind to return

With a longing did I burn

I meant to return?

Posted in Life, Pain, Poems, sadness

Trapped

The room is dark

I can’t see

The air is musty

I can’t breath

The room is small

When I stretch out my hands I can touch the walls

The floor is wet

I can’t sit

My mind is clouded

I can’t think

There is no door

I can’t leave

No window

I can’t escape

I need to call for help

But I can’t make a sound

The walls are so high

I can’t even see the roof

I am trapped!

And the only light I have

Is the hope that somehow

Someone will rescue me.