Modernistic Entrapments

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    Modernistic Entrapments

    In this prison,
    Deep below the surface of your worlds,
    I dwell unchained from your illusions,
    but this worksheet given to me by the ancient
    headmaster blanks itself everytime I've finished,
    it rewrites all the same questions that I've already answered,
    again and again,
    only,
    using diffrent words,
    Demanding that I begin again,
    I begin again,
    In this prison.

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    Rionx’s Poems (6)

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