There are prisons worse,
Than brick and mortar ones,
Because they are invisible,
To most eyes.
They lock in raw power,
That should be flowing free,
Thereby compressing forces,
That continue to build and build.
A prison for feelings,
Will fail at its duty every time,
Since at some moment in time,
All feelings will break free.
And when they do, there are but two,
Likely outcomes to be had,
Either feelings sneaked out with relief,
Or exploded, burning everyone in their path.
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