No more can I feel the wind in my hair
No more can I see the stars light my eyes
No more can I taste my share of freedom
No more can I dream of sunny blue skies
No more, the stars and all their magic
No more, the enchantment of pink skies
For fear is a spell of darkness
For fear has robbed me of my wings
For fear is a hand on my throat
For fear has stolen what little I hold
For fear is but a shadow over hope
For fear has been my unwilling bedfellow
For fear holds me back and tears me apart
For fear tells me that I have all but lost
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Poetry
PoetryPieces of poetry that hope to create vivid imagery, colourful worlds all your own and most importantly, intricate emotions waiting to be deciphered that can help you in your own endeavours as a creator.
