Dry Prison

abandoned ancient antique architecture
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Dry Prison

you leave open questions

where there should only be periods…

you leave me second guessing

if only i could, tell me why i should

take you serious?


you improperly closing doors

allowing contaminants to fester in open sores

the rising fever’s got me delirious

my heart can’t take anymore 

but you expect me to heal it


give you something to believe in

be a gilded lily in your cage of lies

instead of a rageful heathen

you turned this rain forest

into a desert prison


this love use to give me joy

but the canals ran dry

with no walls, no guards, no cooks, no visitors

just you and i…


Love always, Esha ❤


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