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Isabel Torres

Isabel Torres

Vault

I am betrayed
alone and afraid
my messages remain unconveyed
 
I am screaming
but no
my words are trapped in a vault
 
my thoughts intrude
echoing
bouncing off the walls of a boring white room
 
With every choice I make
my will is bent
every choice I make
buys me time
time that is never well spent

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What A Lie

What a lie It doesn’t hurt to try It doesn’t hurt until I am left to cry until I am left
Locked Away

You strip away my speech and hold my thoughts captive You shove my feelings in a closet You tie me down and tape my mouth hoping that I won’t make a sound
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She is Me

She is a tree She is strong and she stands tall She refuses to fall Lightening strikes her harshly but her origins keep her steady
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Heartbreak

A cliché to which I can’t relate–… For I am too young and everything is “just good fun.” I am not able to express all I endure,
Grandfather

I watch as you fade, with every la… I watch you entranced. It has been a while, since I’ve b… I almost forgot how it danced acro… and brought warmth to every place.
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History Repeats

It’s laughable really, how history… how I am slapped in the face by my lack of grace time and time again the abuse is a seemingly infinite…
Goodbye.

Wrinkles dance along my face take the place of a once youthful smile I suppose I haven’t been young fo… My eyes are wise
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