The Dark Cage (5 ratings) by Gary Scott Gebert
Inside the walls, and down the stairs
I crept to hide from you
Believing no one could enter, or escape
no one could touch what I needed to keep close
Only to save myself, I would conclude
giving no thought to any other
Hearing the drip of the stagnant water
feeling the cold, musty air...Dead air
This place where no one ever knew existed
where the walls held back the feelings
Outside the walls, I give a false impression
one they feel comfortable with
But inside the cage, dispare and hurt
inside looms a dark myth that only I believe
And as you try to penetrate the wall
it only becomes higher, thicker, deeper
I scream a silent oath to myself
not to break the barrier that protects me from...you
Deeper, I go in mute rememberance
thinking of how things use to be and discarding it immediately
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