May 1
You forget that you ruined me.
That I was starved of freedom even long after you left.
While great mountains beckoned,
And grand quests awaited.
I stood within four walls.
Four walls and a lock.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poetry365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
