Intrapped




My soul is hiding deep within my heart,
still to fragile to feel anything, anytime soon.
I'm trapped inside of myselfe
and there is no more light to guide me.

Blinded by my own darkness
I can no longer see the beauty of life.




Everything is surreal but still so real,
so why bother to unlock my heart
and release the soul ever again
only to let it bleed to death?

What is there to do but to end,
to silently leave this unreality?




© Boa Berg
2010-03-17
11:11




Poetry by Boa Berg
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Written on 2010-03-20 at 01:32

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