Feb. 18, 2015

Twenty Three

by Kiyoshi A. Higashi (author's profile)

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Twenty-three

I spend twenty-three hours a day, in this
concrete hell,
Just staring at these walls, that I know so
well.
Counting every crack and crevasse, in
this empty cell,
Trying to hide from solemn emotions, that I
can't repel.
I'm screaming inside, so you can't hear my
yell,
I'm tormented but I smile, so that you can't
tell.
You can't break my spell, my heart's
locked in a casket,
I don't want to talk about my grief, that's why I
mask it.
You'll walk past it, but you'll never find
the key to my heart,
Because if I don't give you my love, you can't
tear me apart.

Love
Kiyoshi

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