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Cage of White


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Locked in a circle,

No exit in sight.

Trapped due to weakness,

In a cage of pure white.

 

The white starts to grow stronger,

Brighter each day.

Trying to persuade me,

To accept its way.

 

But still darkness surrounds me,

Still some traces of hate.

Parts of my old life,

Preventing my fate.

 

The darkness starts to waver,

Shrinking and writhing.

Suddenly the darkness,

Seems so confining.

 

Now there's nothing to protect me,

No where to hide,

No way of knowing,

What fate will provide

 

Locked in a circle,

No exit in sight.

Trapped due to weakness,

In a cage of pure white.

 

Concieved of while I was working, so apologies for it being so odd

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