On the Inside
Like talking to the wall,
doesn't matter if I get
an answer back,
just an echo.
Like a bat finding my way
with sonar and highly
developed sense of smell,
bouncing off the trees.
I've spent so many
years wrapped in this cocoon
that keeps people out,
keeps me safe.
Safe no more.
Safe no more.
December 3, 2015
prompt: echo
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