I am a spring wound tight Waiting for the moment of release, Tension twisting deep into my soul Compressing and depressing all I am. Choking on a strangled scream Trapped within constricted throat, Struggling hard to be set free From out this dumbing Trappist cell. Solitude has chained me fast Against unyielding Promethean rock, Exposed defenseless to be pricked By memory’s lethal poison tipped barbs.
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