Breaking Out of Yuma
Has anyone ever noticed?
How abuse chains and prisons their souls?
Leaves them living in the past!
And just like the dust,
Seen with the sun beams shine through the glass
They float there, memory, you inhale pain
And gasp
My friends, my family,
The day has will come
When, you must make a decision.
Break out of those endless prisons!
Face those truths,
Those things that hurt so bad,
They rule your life,
Every time, angry or sad...
I know it's against the law to escape some prisons...
But the abusers put you this one...
It was after all, and against your decision
I too know why, your so angry and mad!
It's time to face them... It's hard to do,
Cause it just hurts so damn bad...
The abuser, they made it your little secret,
They were the ones,
There... Locking that first door.
Then they came back.
Giving you more, and more, and more...
They were the wardens, with the keys.
Robbing youth, innocence,
Ignorings your plea's.
Demolishing, your hearts, souls, and tears...
Adding to your life sentence,
Ten, Twenty, Thirty more years...
They manipulted... it needed to be a secret...
So they tricked you, denile, silence,
Into that fake decision...
Because it was them, that needed
To be in that prison...
And the walls now built... So strong and tall...
It keeps your souls? Safe? Hurt? and Small?
So when you hurt, or your heart can't take anymore,
Your escape, Denile... Clanking shut those big strong doors...
It's the easy-way to escape, retreat to your cell,
They made it, Living already in Yuma, Living Hell...
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poem by Clyde Bryson
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