My nerves are shot,
The poison in my vains is seeping in
Im wide awake,
The rope tied around my legs keep me safe

Im breaking down,
The blood is flowing to my head
Im trying not to shake 
The jacket confines me into one small place 

I am the victim of torture from society 
The ending to my dreams replaced by nightmares!!! 
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400 Years Unsafe

Welcome to the world outside the bubble. Fear is a reality for many now - protests, plague, whatever that was in DC - lookng for calm again. We are not immune to death threat. Good visual poem.