Four walls surround
No windows to see
As the world goes on
With no empathy
Boundaries that define
Have now all been crossed
Once seen now blind
Once found now lost
Sadness wakes you up each day
To remind you of your pain
The reflection in the looking glass
Show shackles of your brain
There are walls that restrict you
But these walls do not confine
When the borders that are present
Is a presence of the mind
Michael F. Elliott Jr.
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