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Isolation is a kind and wicked friend
Sometimes we breathe the same breath
I know what is not beyond that door

But whispering of those unseen faces
They come observing my human void
Those pieces of my flickering soul

They say you find God here and there
Between the glare of a winking light
And that disorderly darkness we avoid

I have found kindness within me
And a compassionate prisoner
It has slept inside a metal box

It is silver with jagged red edges
A shimmer of disguised memories
An exhausted presumption of order

I suspend within my fortress walls
With rusted locks and missing keys
And images of a life unrecognizable

Vulnerable without an ear to hear me
My spirit weakens and craves to escape
These constraints of my body of life

I bury my eyes behind thick skin
My fingers curl over the wounds
Of bondage and inner destruction

Written by,
Abby lynn

Sept. 10  2016

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