CaughtA Poem by Muddy B.Im caught caught in these trap doors with nowhere to go not even to the other side Im caught here with no hope just information that stay's trapped in my throat and on rainy days these doors protect me like a rain coat Im caught caught on these third floor stairs no one's in sight but I get odd stare's yet the words in my throat I still cant bare just information that seems to be stuck there and like a helpless child on that third floor im trapped there with hopes of maybe one day going somewhere Im caught caught in the mirrors on my wall with hopes of making a difference but fears that i may fail and its only one me against you all trying to get through that trap door and off that third floor stairway out of that mirror and into this world where my words are not trapped and me Im just no longer CAUGHT © 2008 Muddy B.Reviews
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6 Reviews Added on August 30, 2008 AuthorMuddy B.New Orleans, LAAboutmy name is Brittany Ellen Wornner.Im eighteen years old and I will be a freshman this uocoming fall semester at Delgado Community College.I will be studying to be a Biligual Nurse Anesthesist.I love t.. more..Writing
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