I just want to be free—
like all these birds.
I want to flap my wings
and hum my way
out of this vicinity.
believe me when I say,
your words are drowning me.
its pulling me further
down the depths of this ocean.
will I ever be free someday?
will I ever get to see the moon
in its bright, glistening form?
will it brighten my night after all this?
will I ever get to enjoy my coffee
in a fine Sunday afternoon?
my mind is full of questions
that are still unanswered
I'm searching upto this day;
seeking for happiness—
in this world of deceptions.
YOU ARE READING
hidden behind these carved letters
Poetryⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ ˢʰᵉ ᵐᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵉʷ ᵛᵉʳˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳˢᵉˡᶠ. ˢʰᵉ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵈᵒ ᵘⁿᵗⁱˡ ˢʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵖᵃʳᶜʰᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵠᵘⁱˡˡ.
