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Poetry News Post #1281

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Written by: Senescent Willow, Gwendolyn De'vyen, Slyphian Priestess
Date: Tuesday, February 22nd, 2005
Addressed to: Everyone


An unspeakable unease
Seems to fill me up.
Wracked and panicked
Thrashing inside like a caged beast
Unawares of the damage
It's inflicting in its fear
Only able to imagine its freedom.

Touching my face
To try and convince myself
To try to contain the animals.
Urging the reality of my existance,
Trying to know I'm alive.

The tremors seem to scream
Through these hairs on end
And visible shudders of contamination.
It's ripping through to make itself known
The fallen actor ruining the charade.

The illusion of my life
The falsehoods of confidence and conviction
Through oblivious adrenaline
The screams consume me
To let the beast run free.

Revived by the encompassing silence
To see the walls of my mind
My new prison
Entombed again
While it runs free amid the world

Ever wondering if this is real
If the next moment I'll be awakened
To the painful chained existance
Only to truly know
I've never been anywhere but inside the cage.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Lleian, in the year 151 MA.


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