Francis Barnhart

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Pride is Loneliness

I am locked in a room.
The room confines me
And me alone,
Body and soul,
Thought and sound.

I can look out
But my vision is impared;
I see but cannot comprehend.

Others look in on my lonliness:
They cannot hear my screams,
Nor see me writhe…
I will not let them.

And yet…

I can feel.
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