Last night i was woke out my sleep by a loud bang.
Halfway unconscious, i didnt even think it was from one of them thangs
Checked the door to see if somebody was breaking in.
After that my thoughts went out, all i cared about were the zzzz's id soon to be taken in.
Never crossed my mind that across the street somebody wouldn't be waking up.
And I hope that his soul is moving up.
If there is an up.
But, back to this.
Thing like this.
Its things like this ,that, that cloud my skull with a foggy mist. All i can think about are things like this. They cast my mind in fear and throw my hopes into a deep abyss. They say you can never make it out of thissss bottomless pit. They say, you can never unlock the jaws of a merciless pit. I say that maybe if I plant my mind in soil that's rich. I say maybe if i water my dreams then I'll sprout wings to fly out of this fuck up shyt. Fucked up shyt that we put ourselves in cells that contain every essence of life. Smallest cage that holds us from having a beautiful life.
Just remember... caged birds may sing, but only free ones can spread their wings and soar to unimaginable heights.
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Poetry for the Soul
PoesíaI write, I write, I write I write away my sorrows. I write until my words run swiftly into my dreams, Through my nightmares they run smoothly along this page, Leaving a trail of ink that will one day fade. No matter how this page may end contorted...
