He locked his doors to keep people away
He locked his heart to keep from knowing the pain of love
He locked his mind to forget that he once had a choice
Because all choice has long ago abandoned him
Now he is a prisoner to his seclusion
He locked his doors to keep people away
He locked his heart to keep from knowing the pain of love
He locked his mind to forget that he once had a choice
Because all choice has long ago abandoned him
Now he is a prisoner to his seclusion
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Beautiful expressive words to describe an alienated soul. Thanks for posting, Jerry.
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Thanks Roland, I appreciate your comment.
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Succinct and telling
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Thanks for stopping by Derrick. I appreciate the kind words.
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Beautifully expressed in few words , the reason for a person to turn into a recluse.
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Thanks for stopping by and commenting,So glad you liked it.
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Nice poetry Jerry. I guess this could apply to all writers, being locked inside their own minds with their own thoughts, creating their own worlds.
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So very true. One of the benefits of writing…if we don’t quite fit into the world we live in, we can just write ourselves another one to escape into.
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We can all relate to this OR we know someone like this.
Sad.
If you wrote this about yourself, I have extra (((HUGS))) for you.
(((HUGS)))
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I will take the extra hugs. But I think all writers are recluse. We spend more time inside our own heads that with others.
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PS…Leaf it to me…I blogged about leaves today. :-)
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I absolutely love your site and I don’t think I could make it through the day if I didn’t visit at least once a day.
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Thank you, Jerry. :-)
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Very well said… Or written rather! ;)
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Thanks for stopping by and for the follow. I am glad you like it.
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