Poetry: With a Deep Sigh

~With a Deep Sigh~

I am out of place, I don’t fit.

I move, I flail, I scream against the walls of my mind.

I am limited, I am stifled.

I am not myself.

The shell of my soul, my inner landscapes are barren.

Someone has stollen my essence,

Hidden and stashed.

I can’t find me.

I have disappeared.

The puppeteer has tangled my strings,

A wooden doll without a face that changes.

I am emotionless!


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