A snare, tangled vines constricted hope,
Mangled, strangled, broken.
Only a fool would believe there is an antidote,
A ticket out of here, a subway token.
A box, enclosed within are lies,
Undisclosed, juxtaposed, hidden
All closed up inside
Like everything is forbidden.
A muted sob, full of unheard pain.
Endured, curse word, survive
Silent but as public as a political campaign.
I’d rather sky dive off a cliff doing a nose dive.
My mind, muddled, filled with rainy puddles
So befuddled, all grouped in huddles, laughing at my
struggles.
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