I sit here feeling my chest cave in
Wondering why everything is a fight
When I think it will begin
When I know that something is right
The door is slammed in my face
Why can’t I just erase
The things that keep me from you
Why can’t I just escape from this cage
What else do I need to go through
To get through the door
What else do I need to go through
To get to you
Nyx
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Your poetry is always very powerful, nyx. But the source of the very best stuff is often the worst pain. A sad irony. Cheers, Steve
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Irony indeed
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Completely get this
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