The day when,
An open confinement
Converted into a
Concealed one was
The last time I saw
The sun rising
The night when,
A stressed silence
Stormed into a speechless
Scream was the last
Time I spoke the word
'Freedom'
The hour when, my
Blood spilled out into
The four walls of an
nknown cell was the
Last time I shed the
Brimful tear
The minute when, my
Apparent disappearance transformed into an unseen appearance
was the last time I took
The last breath
The last time I gripped
Hope
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Art
PoetryThis is my soul expressed on paper from the love in my heart to the thoughts in my mind the words from my hands to the feelings and emotions buried deep on paper I begin to speak this is me sparkling on the rooftops of the mountains to the shinin...
