Robert posted Wednesday prompt 118 last Wednesday, yet – here it is now. A “trapped” poem.
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trapped
within believing
thus, continuing towards a dull and thumping bump of wake up
*
trapped
within frustration
thus, paralysed during a possible flight towards a slashing wake up
*
trapped
within a soul
is a heart of softness and a solitude of tears
*
trapped
within that capsule
travelling across time and chance,
that govern over all.
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