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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