Locked up no where to fly no were to frolic no were to be free. Looking between the cold steal bars hoping to be set free. When no ones looking you open up your inner self remembering that feeling of freedom. Then there's that one thought in your head that breaks that. You wake in the same world in the same place afraid of what might come next. Thinking of it drags you back into the cages of your pain and you are back in the same places you were before. Then that day you are fed up with yourself feeling helpless and frightened for what may come is unbearable and you bust the door open to your freedom you are who you are if taken far.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Life lose and passion
PoesiaPoems of our feelings and the reality of this world by going deep within your self and expressing it
