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Poem Details
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| Title: | Untitled |
| Date Submitted: | 8/15/2006 |
| Email: | crimson_surrender@hotmail.com |
| Poem: |
The curtains are drawn tightly Against the life outside, Like my silenced lips That give nothing away. My room is dressed in mourning black, Suiting me to the bone. I feel hidden here, Safe in this bunker Like it’s the only place left to me on earth. The heavy blankets trap me, Pinning me to the mattress. I’m comforted by this weight That reminds me I’m too weak to get up. "It’s ok. You don’t have to go outside today." ... |