Hypnotised I am in this arena full of thorns
With a blinded sight full of
Suspicion
Who's mine, who's not,
Cannot recognise my own thoughts.
Desire to get out through this war,
But the tied chains pulling hard on my knees I am now.
Crying, breathing, losing hope.
These chains confine more and more.
Now atlast I am down on earth
In this insecure society,
I am an added one.
Living is hell, dying is pleasure now
The society is living like a monster now.
Killing the confidence,hope and emotion in me,
Burying them under the deep sea.
Now In this society I'm left with an emotionless, dreadful Me.!
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Dreadful Monster
Poetrythis poem talks about a little person who was fighting for living with the divine power..but later regrets fighting and thinks that dying was a better option..and now regrets living in this dangerous Monster named Society. And later tells that this...
