Jennifer K - This House

My prison stands made of brick
of hate, disdain, dissapointment

I am kept captive here alone in the dark
There is no light, no hope, no love
no you.

If only you could get to me, but you can't
And if I could whisper 'Save me', would you even try?
Am I worth rescuing?

Saving me from the place where I'm only a chore
A problem they look at in an undilutable hate.
Yes hate, a deep-running loathing.

What else can prison guards feel for their prisoner?

Jennifer K

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