Imprisoned: part 1.

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These walls hold me imprisoned,
constructed from a desperation
to keep me safe, to prevent
this cracked heart of mine
from shattering. You sealed
the brick stones, encased
them in cement with your lies
and deceit, your bickering spite.
Nobody was getting in
after you,
you made sure of that;
and now there’s nowhere left
for me to go except
down
down
down.
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About Jo Taylor

Sarcasm is my middle name, Poetry & I fell in love sometime back in middle school, & my books are some of my best friends. Writing is an old lost form of intimacy & reading is a relationship. My eyes were never the window to my soul; I promise you these words I write are worth way more. Joy Taylor is just my pen name. Joy is my real middle (irony isn't lost on anyone there) and Taylor is a homage to my disabled brother. Instagram: @tiff.joy, where I occasionally post some poetry amidst the craziness that is my life.

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