poesie

question

if i am forced to live,
why am i not allowed to breathe?

it feels as if the world took me
by the throat and cursed me with
a yearning for fresh air.

if i am forced to want,
why am i not allowed to grief?

if feels as if the world bound me
with chains so tight, yet forbid
me of crying out.

if i am forced to love,
why am i not allowed to keep?

it feels as if the world hung you
in front of me, and dared me to
dream of us.