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Apr 2016
I think
You have me in your grip
I feel
Your strangle hold
I watch
You keep me prisoner
I know
You make me old

I pray
I can escape from here
I want
To flee from hell
I wish
You would release me
I'm drowning
'Neath your spell

You know
The tricks to trap me
You’re expert
At deceit
You dominate
With anger
And force
Me to retreat

I’m stunned
With fear as you rage on
Immobile and denuded
Incapable of rational thought
Deprived and then excluded
18th April 2016
Commuter Poet
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Commuter Poet  UK
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