Contained
Poem?
CONTAINED
Sweat drips slowly,
Down my burning face,
Muscles tense and twisted,
Knuckles extended,
Ready to strike,
Teeth grinding against one another.
I attack...
Pounding Concrete,
Breaking Bricks,
Kicking Braces,
Punching Walls.
Does no good, I cannot break out of the Dungeon
EL
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