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“My Own Prison” by Adam S. Anderson

It’s a daring thing to think I may;
Stand before the gates of hell.
But who’s to say that in all but name
I dwell in the darkness well.

I see no fire, nor brimstone here;
No smoke that licks my soul,
O’ loneliness mixed with rage and fear
Stir the pit where violence grows.

Afflicted sorrow, betrayal I know,
With no limit beyond the eye.
In a sea of filth, where all are foes
Has birthed these walls I have inside.

Come ye’ Devil, I fear not your touch;
Your lifelessness of despair,
For enter I do without a crutch
With all but my mind ensnared.




Adam Anderson 19148397
Ontario, OR
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