Throwback Thursday Poetry: Trapped

is this reality or a dream
all my wants are here it seems
my life is wonderful, i can’t believe
that all this could happen to me
No, i don’t want this place
i hate the look on your face
my heart begins to race
i no longer feel safe
running hastily
hidden by the Canopy
in the forest of Misery
i’m trapped in my Fantasy

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.

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