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Youth has wing-ed feet
Mine
Has been kept in a cage
For neigh 8 years
Of weighty blood red brick
As I peer through the cricks
Of my self-inflicted
Selfish
Penitentiary
I see Death
Looming
So dangerously

I know I'm not getting any younger
My atrophied youth at my feet
These bricks
So heavily made
Not so easily lifted
Darkness defeated with the removal of just
One brick
Tossed aside

Girl,
Just remember to breathe.
One
Brick- day- thing
At a time.