Lost in myself
Scratching at the surface
Why can’t anyone let me out?
Fight the urge
Jaw clenched
Desperation in self-made isolation
Numbness and a sorrow undefined
My eyes fill with tears of Van Gogh
Minutes flash on the clock
Is this my inner artist?
What is my medium?
Flood of memories
And those of people I’ve never known
Tears fall
When my vision clears
I am free

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  • Vasile Stan
    Vasile Stanover 6 years ago

    Beautiful poem with vivid imagery.
    Yes, freedom comes from within, but one has to see it first.

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