Conditioned
instincts
I cower and hide
From all, because
they
Are mine; the fear
The anticipation and
the pessimism
I keep them caged,
locked up tight
I misplaced that key
Weeks and months
And years ago,
In a place I'm not
sure of,
Fettered and bound
Until it can be
found
Or an explosion
blows the lock
Off the prison in my
soul.
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