We've retreated to our corners.
We didn't fight;
We didn't yell.
We're trapped
within ourselves,
within these walls,
within this country.
We've bounced off the walls.
We laughed,
we cried, but
there's no where to go.
Sometimes,
we just need to retreat
inside,
in order to save our sanity
within these walls.
Thursday, March 17, 2005
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2 comments:
Amazed me that there is some vageuly similar thread that runs in my recent post.
Can't put a finger on it as yet.
this is a wonderful piece of writing, you have so much talent
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