Dragged and Drugged
Tonight I will escape this cage,
My prince will help me break my chain.
I told him I love him
He told me he feels the same.
I can't wait to fly
And travel the world
I'm his sweet little princess
His cute little bird.
But mommy, is freedom this painful?
Because mom, I can't feel my wings.
That night-
I was dragged and drugged.
Realized-
I was not his princess
Just his little toy.
Mommy, I am inside the cage no more
But no matter how I want to escape-
My wings are not here anymore.
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Always on the 13th Hour
PoetryThis is a collection of prose and poetry, and a bunch of thoughts that keeps me awake every night. This is all about what goes on every 13th hour... if that hour even exists.
