freed
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Freed
alone for now
locked away
in the silence
a sound thrusts
through the gray
a prescence
some hope
to get out of here
but nothing appears
i settle back down
alone and lost still
chanined to my thoughts
i can't help the frown
the words are brought forth
against my will
strange people i see
say they care
do they mean, i'm free?
free to go out there?
but my secrets are loose
in dangerous hands
i'm free for now
but for how long
will the freedom
last?

~erika boal
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