Vice-My Personal Little Cell
Date: ?/?/00
My mind is the prison of no escape,
the inmates the words I just can't say.
Fear is the lock, my former manner raped.
The vice of cowardice strangles my days.
I never asked for, I never wanted to be
what I am, what I have become. Unreal,
I look in from without, speechless, weak.
Can't seem to open up, express what I feel.
Dastardly I run away, return to haven,
to brood again on what I've lost.
Resolute in practice, in action, craven.
Afraid of what? I know naught but its cost.
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