Torture

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Inside this hole is where I lie,
Crumpled legs to fit inside.
Arms buried through the earth,
I grab at my prison with no avail.
Head above to see the world,
Blinders on to tunnel my sight.
I see what's given and revolt civilly,
without another option to refute the masses.
The strength I need has to come from inside,
For creation is an act of will.

 

[CII~360]

It is very hard to comment poetry...but I liked this very much.

 

[up all night]

I see what's given and revolt civilly,

I like that line a lot.

 

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Thanks.