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Mar 2013
Staring through the cracks in the wall
no one knows that I'm here
lost track of days, being alone
caught in the grips of fear
left my home to find my way
captured and tortured, ransom to pay
all my dreams ,drifting away
maybe I can see the sun today

The vision slot which is my own
opens briefly just at dawn
angry eyes look inside
making sure that I abide
all day long and night too
I pray to God, I'll see you
I pray today although it seems in vain
How long can I bear this mental strain

Flights of fancy keep me free
of all the pain that I feel
I just wish someone could see
what had happened ,comfort me
but life has dealt me this hand
traveling alone in a foreign land
easy picking's for the thugs
just another ******* stunt

I was warned  of what dangers lay
yet I alone chose to stay
so I wonder who's fault this is
I alone am to blame for this
I know the pain this brings at home
poor old parents all alone
would give it all to be with them
not fearing if I will ever see home

again
Scot Powers
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Scot Powers  Calgary ,Alberta, Canada
(Calgary ,Alberta, Canada)   
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