* Tuesday April 23rd 2013 Trapped Glass Prose
i am trapped under glass
under here life goes fast
trapped while gas
suffocate me.
Slowly die inside blast
I have so much to live
for my passions
how did I get here.
was it fear or just me?
I want to be heard
my voice was loud
setting out breaking lose
from what the ropes
hold me down.
Now a glass holds
me in captivity.
I want to be free
Help me
I can't see my breaths fogs my glass
no I can;t breath.
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