Writer's Block

As if someone put a lock on my brain jailing my thoughts and words caught by the guards trying to escape prolonging their stay.
Stuck behind bars of mental scars confined to their cells taunted by numbers and equations being fed letters and punctuation through opened slots in metal doors.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum

This poem is about: 
Me

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