Locked
When its dark and silent it still gets to me.
Nothing i can do, nothing numbing and distracting enough.
I still feel it, like i felt it from day one.
If only i would have known, that day would be the last goodbye to come.
Images i have plenty... stuck in my head.
Created from imagination, born out of my crying heart.
I can't deny what i feel, not forever.
But what i feel keeps me locked in chains forever.
poem by Lucas eman
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