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   I am trapped inside my holding cell; it looks like there is no escape. No matter how loud you scream or how hard you bang, it will never be enough. No one will ever hear you. I sit and think a while about why I have been taken from a world of reality and placed inside this living hell.
   I can feel the cold wind blowing here. It sends shivers down my spine. The darkness closes in on me and I am afraid of what the nighttime leaves behind. I huddle in the corner of life and battle with my fears. I wear the mask of death as the night’s lights come up in the rear. I awake in the morning and am still afraid. I have nothing here. I have to escape from behind this wall or die trying because no one deserves to live this way.
   Thousands of emotions are racing through my veins, but only one sticks in mind – freedom- I have got to find it. Someone help me, for I am a lost sheep that has strayed from the flock. I am terribly afraid and don’t know what to do. Please unleash me from this prison cell into reality.
   In the distance, I can hear a sound closing in… Is it my knight in shining armor that has come to rescue me? Or a thought that has appeared in my dreams?

  How could someone so sweet and innocent be trapped inside a frame? A famous artwork that is gazed upon with a story and a name. A sweet smile that took no effort to get is now lost within the past. I feel it closing in on me, the panics is here at last.
   
A white haired angel appears to me, she shines just like the sun. She talks to me and tells me not to be afraid. I fall asleep in her arms of the creature and dream away the pain. I see her in my head saying to open up and talk to you in this way.
   I awake and realize that as I may now be alone, but my holding cell was never really a cell at all, it was my withdrawal. You see; ever since that angel was born the one on earth was lost. So when she left me the way she did, I could tell soon I would have to pay the cost. Trapped inside a metal cage for all eternity… Unless you can find the man who took away your virginity. When you tell him face-to-face what he did to you. You can then take that cage away and make all your dreams come true.
©2003-2009 ~deadbyassoc
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I started writing, not all the time, but every so often after my grandmother died. Her death ate away my insides and destroyed that last glimmer of sanity I held on to. I remember before I wrote this, I was lying in bed between awake and sleep, and she came into my room, and hovered over me, and told me there was no more pain, and that everything would be ok. I sat up in bed.. the phone rang.. she was dead. Every house I ever lived in, my baby picture is always in my room over my bed. I turned and looked at it, and there it was.. that sweet innocent smile that knew nothing of pain. How I longed to go back to that moment, but knew I never would.

So that's the background for this poem. There are some lines in there that describe the above.

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