Trapped


Mysteriously in the middle of the night,
awakening from a beautiful dream,
Rumbling was the sea inside my head,
found myself trapped in my memories again.

Won’t dare to verbalize to anyone,
the events, the person, or the theme,
what happened there is mine and mine to keep,
for my daily passionate torture,
for my nightly refuge from sin.

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