Cells

Location

Tunisia

Every night i stride through the endless corridors of my mind.

I look for doors i Never find.

I keep searching for freedom from these cells i have built for myself.

One cell for each broken piece.

Decorated with the memories i try so hard to escape.

Tuned to an endless soundtrack of the same damned voices.

Plunging me deeper into this melancholic abyss.

This poem is about: 
Me

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