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The pen behold, is my prison wall, Words spilling

The pen behold, is my prison wall,
Words spilling on my paper, with no escape at all,
Archaic thoughts invade my mind,
With nowhere else to hide,
Inside of me a war is raging,
One that I can't subside.

My writings take me to a world,
where I be free to roam,
Though this freedom comes at a price,
And I'm trapped, trapped in this poem.

I write because I have no choice,
It takes away my control,
My life is like a labyrinth,
Where no answers can extol.

The irony of such I can't deny,
My writing is my prison cell,
If it weren't for my tortured mind,
I'd be missing just as well.

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