There was nothing beautiful left for me
Beyond the front door of my imprisonment
There wasn’t a soundproof booth, where I could scream
No safe haven, where I could protect those others,
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A nice poetic imagination, Ted. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks