Locked Up

His world would sometimes
blanket him in gloom

Sometimes he’d go off to his private place
in the public Kingdom of Doom

Etching on walls, he promised
himself that one day he’d leave

Consumed by time trapped in his grey,
slowly losing his ability to believe

His heart froze cold sliding on his sleeve,
the pulse on his neck bumped high and moved

Mournful memories of his loved ones laid flat
outside the gates along with his empty shoes


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