Trapped between expectation and desire.

I'm trapped inside this endless darkness, this four walled prison yet you cannot cage the passion, the avidity that flows through my bones, for it is a part of me, for it is unstoppable. You tell me to "shut up", to "seal this filthy mouth of mine" and your brutal words are enough to shatter …

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Behind Bars.

June, 2015 Mr. Prisoner sits against the unforgiving concrete wall, with his lean fingers tugging at the strands of his unkempt hair as if desperately holding onto the last threads of sanity. There is a far sighted look in his eyes and his face looks almost impassive one second and then, all of a sudden …