(δεκατρείς) freedom

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Word by Khaye
Date: April 11, 2023

Hands tied with a tight rope
Waters rushed through my face
There I saw, the slightest of hope
That thoughts in me wish to haze

The lump in my throat started forming—
As I feel my whole body shudder;
As I feel my wounded heart banging;
As I feel how I am abysmally shattered

In a small room bewildered by fog
I sneaked to sight the tiniest light
In spite my vision being purely vague
And the scars stapled on my skin ignite

But what my dull eyes witnessed
Mercilessly fractured my lost soul
The birds that fly was injured to madness
Freedom was taken— no one even consoled

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