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Cement Walls

Cement Walls

Cement walls were real
And they kept closing in on me.
Their texture all
Were in diversity.

Each one had a different call.
Each one a different reason.
They were around me fast
And so I couldn't last.

I had to get through
And run through it's crevices
But they were tougher
Than I.

I couldn't get out
As I was truly trapped
But I realized then I could get out
Because they were only in my mind.

by Vera Sidhwa

Comments (1)

The worse prisons are the ones are minds make, thank you for writing this its something I can relate and draw strength from, knowing others understand. Thank you for this poem.