A prison of words

I sing inside a
prison of words.
I crave them.
Words ignite a
passion beyond the will.
Us.
Stop and see it.
Brillant honey-
exactly what
solitude burns away.
If only you would turn,
you’d feel so light.
Us.
The only thing that’s mine.

Created from a read aloud of favorite poetry lines from 2nd period.

Honey” by Gino Diordano is shared under a CC 2.0 license.

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