Hemmed in,
on all sides.
Surrounded by decisions.
The worst kind.
Mistakes chosen,
but not put away.
Dug up again,
like old dirty skeletons;
Ghosts that just wont
go away.
I fight to break free,
but it's an iron cage,
a dead end,
a patch of quicksand.
All my struggles do,
is drag me deeper.
Monday, March 26, 2007
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