No chains bind me, yet I suffocate,
Chest tightens, breath held in a weight.
Throat constricted, a silent debate.
Free as the wind, yet trapped I find,
Stuck in place, in the shadows confined.
Promises broken, dreams left behind.
Feet mired in mud, waters deep,
A soul adrift, in darkness to keep.
Lost in the echoes, of promises to reap.
No physical bondage, yet I choke,
In stagnant waters, my spirit broke.
Trapped in the cycle, of words unspoke.
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Those Things You Call A Poem
PuisiJust a collection of my in and out creativity. This is my rant area so warning, it's cringe, and emo, and just a mess.
