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They walk in with smiles
that will only last for the day
Expected yet still surprising, just like every September
What do we have here?
How do you show gratitude
but still politely reject it?
It's never a simplistic celebration
They cant pick whether they should do something grand or something grander
Ultimately,
I want freedom in these bags and boxes
I want my clipped my wings
'cause I've been bleeding out for years
I've been in this birdcage for decades
My hands and feet tire
from climbing and crawling
Push me out and let me crash onto the floor
The few seconds of bliss is all I need to finally resuscitate something that hasn't been alive for quite some time
I wish I could skip September
So, everyone would forget about the day
Maybe I'll forget the silly song
they will surely sing to me
Maybe then,
I will forget how suffocating
this iron-barred enclosure is
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Photograph by Me
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Mélange
PoezjaCollection of literature by one author. - All written by me - Update whenever I can. Warning: This might be an endless journey.
