What being afraid can be like day after day.
I am imprisoned by my day to day fears.
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The walls are so thick and so high.
They are made of my tears, and my heartache.
I can’t escape them no matter how I try.
My dreams are filled with nightmares.
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Even sleep is no longer an escape.
The anxieties invade my subconscious.
Making me long to be again, awake.
This vicious circle is no way to live life.
The joy is gone, just anger and stress.
I pray for a miracle daily to come,
And get me out of this mess.
My prison is one which into others come
I’m not alone here at all.
We each wander through the dark hallways alone.
Looking for that widening crack in the wall.
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