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Out here
in
the dead of night
the dead of myself
the dead of mysoul
Jojo Mike Nov 2018
Been locked up
A prisoner
In that other prison
That prison I built
All on my own
Prison found on my island of mysoul
The tall walls around it made of self-doubt
The cells made out of low self-esteem
My cuffs made of self-loathing
My uniform made of depression
A material am now comfortable in
No one is my warden
Am my own jailer
There are no other prisoners
But I have hate, anxiety and pain
For company daily
This other prison serves
Guilt, mistrust with a sprinkle of loneliness
For breakfast
For lunch, we are served a plate of body shaming
And for dinner self negative criticism
And a midnight snack of insomnia
I sentenced myself
To life in this other prison
Though I walk around as a “free woman”
I am a walking prison
I could leave anytime
Its not that I don’t want to
Its that being here is easier
And I have grown comfortable
Now I cant get out
Of this other prison
Yes its lonely
No one visits or calls
The only letters I receive
Are from me to me
To remind myself
Why am imprisoned
And why I should never leave
My prison of guilt
My own custom made Alcatraz
My crime?
I listened to people
I trusted, I believed
And worse I loved
And was never loved back
Am suffocating
I want freedom, I want out
But cant seem to leave
This prison in my heart
       - Joyce Tshibasu
Norbert Tasev Nov 2020
Booming I would have to keep myself a valiant-noon for! If I could have Time and not settle on me every day a pregnant bustle of compliance constraints! - As falling rain, I was forced to fall back on myself many times! Soot falls from my face on twisting ropes: tears stuck in me soaked by chance! Between board shadows, I like lime!
 
Nirvana-Nothing is idle only I can be alone s Unfortunate: I cannot know the possible answers! Falling flower petals-Dear soaking-waiting in the rain: Can I find it ?! Many people just look through narrow gaps and can't see because they have been blinded by doubt to sincere receptivity! I know very well: My punishment has long been imposed!
 
There are more cumbersome times of the day trying people and who can give me support even if I am insecure about myself ?! Can there be a dear Angel beside me, who, with a ******-pure redemptive intent, shatters — from the pots of my soul — a new home as a common love nest ?! - I am anxious among the stinging weddings of belated smiles; when I had to cry among the lamentations of lost cramps I would also hang myself helpless unnoticed wounded-sensitivehardened into a deep cave
 
MySoul; Morality sets brittle and ruthless wolf traps in me, and everyone can be Suspicious if they don’t show the face of their True Person - but public, which everyone is used to! "What a noble task it becomes difficult to see the eternal Man in the other, lingering, piffler mouths!"

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