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The Barbed Wire Captive


🤐 As a grown man, I was left naked and afraid

by the realization of my present vulnerability.

Expressing my truths for the very first time

to a hostile audience, I now know to be strangers.

Stabbed, torn, ripped apart

Just a barbed wire captive;

Imprisoned in darkness

By society’s cold, dead heart.

Yearning to be free, 

to be loved; 

to find peace and happiness,

and the warmth of a summer’s beach.




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