When there's no way out How the mind rambles Who else is like them Where is it safe to confine What choices are there for them In predicaments of power, persuasion Threatened, violated, racing for ways out Anyone there No place foreign to their smile, or familiar to their frown Yes, no opportunes There never was a point to life, not one we can find...
Reason for writing:
I submitted this because I want to see how much I suck at this poetry stuff
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