
27 Mar HOSTAGE
My palms are sweaty
feel wrapped up and heavy
Feet are knotted
tied up like my tongue
Can’t move these wrists
Locked up, all thumbs
Cant’ speak, dry throat
Rag soaked moat
Can’t see straight
Blindfold leading me astray
I swing and I sway
I’m stuck in this chair
Molded to the floor
emotions control me
My reactions so poor
I’m a hostage to them
Adhered to my core
I twist and I turn
But they hold me secure
Held hostage by emotions
I desire no more
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