And I am locked up in a place <br />where no one else has the right <br />to be. I’ve written so much, <br />my walls are empty. I dreamt of dreams <br />where nightmares are insect bites. <br />I’ve done things to get other things <br />off my mind. I have escaped <br />from the reality I once thronged. <br />And I’ve seen people virtually invisible <br />as I am. But we are locked up in our own cells <br />away from each of our identity. <br />Although we all share one thought… <br />adding another helpless malaise soul <br />in this world.<br /><br />Velvet Astraea Dido<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/escape-4/
