A Situation Like Yours

there is this
boundary between the room and your door

there is a frame
of a mind

outside
possibilities grow like
any tree

inside the room
you are always lulled to sleep
by your bed of
roses

outside is always stunted
like a bonsai
they always cut your branches
remove your
roots

inside you are
dying
what you can be is
but a dream

if you love
it will be a lie
if you tell the truth
you will die

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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