LOCKED DOWN LOCKED IN (Thorts Inspied By One Trick Ponys Work)
Locked down locked inLoving each other
Yet on being locked in
Cursing changes
Reaseceing each other
Somert about each other
Never noticed before
Now takes center stage
Fraying nerves stretching
Them to braking point
Each now enduring no longer enjoying
The others company
Murderous thorts ocupieing both minds
What was once home
Now a prison cell
Somerts goner happen - something
BAD BAD!
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith Ov Thanet
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2020-05-16 at 10:30
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