SQUASHED
Compressed
Crushed
Pounded
Bottled up
Crushed feelings
Downright
Down and out
Clobbered
Pulverized
Crushed
Thrashed
Crashed
Bashed
To smithereens
Coiled
Up in a ball
No escaping this bottle neck
With a glimmer of light
Flickering
Candle as my light
Here in the darkness
Of my gloom
Cosseted it maybe
And be seen
Light
Bright
Containing blooms
On the inside of this
Small, small world
But within is a different world
Depression
Oppression
Dejection
This is the real world
Factual
Actual
Living breathing world
Where it is hard to escape
Break away
Getaway
To a more happier place
The light
The love
That endures
To the sweetest end
© Teresa Joseph Franklin
7th July 2014
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