Prison of her own
There is a chair in that place
Everyday there sits a girl
with her gazed eyes
She looks at the garden
full of life but yet so dead
She's not on the bottom and not on the top
She's not in heaven and not in hell
There is a place
where a girl is trapped
freedome is close but yet so far
She know's she can grab it
but then the freedome stops to exist
And there in her chair
in that place
she's chained
She doesn't scream
and she doesn't laugh
There is an eye
searching beyond the garden
but muddy it gets
in that place tears will be shown
in that prison of her own
Poetry by Malin Johansson
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Written on 2006-05-15 at 17:00
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