Locked Out

Locked Out

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I am locked in,
shut out from the ordinary.

This room bears the stench
of dried blood,
I need a rescue.

I am shut in,
locked out of my comfort zone
which gladly hides my every flaw.

Now am laid nude
my scars are seen,
my flaws; your cynosure,
my thoughts, bare to your ever prying eyes,
my silent words, resounding like clashing cymbals.

I am locked in,
shut out from my ordinary,
I am locked out of the old me.

I am shut in,
never to return to the old.



2 thoughts on “Locked Out” by Maureen Alikor (@Wailingink)

  1. That point of no return is sometimes unavoidable!
    Just stay there and make the most out of it.

    Nice write @wailingink

    1. @Chimee221, yea so true. Thank you for reading

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