When the heart is under fire
Like a burning tangled wire
Riding a car with a flat tire
Everything is opposite of what you desire
When the walls are closing in
Like a trap within
No one can break-in
Still, don't know where to begin
When I look at the space between
While standing in the mezzanine
Trying to get out in this weird routine
I wish I am keen
There is a cross that bears the burden
Unconcealed the hidden
Sanctioned the forbidden
Now, I'm stepping out in this humdrum garden.
©monajouska
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