Heavy metal touches my skin
With the mix of sweat and blood
So heavy that I barely move
With the heavy chains
Pulling me back
Aside the feeling of torture
The heaviness of the shackles
Made stumble down many times
Due to being too tired to walk
With them wrapping
On my wrist and ankles
Don't forget a big one
On my neck!
A prisoner for life
Living in misery
Instead of luxury
Letting life decide my fate today
YOU ARE READING
POEMS III
شِعر3rd book of poems written by me. Some of the poems are old and possibly most of them are nrewly written.
