Chained by the fate sisters
Burdened iam by the devil's Whispers.
Worse is the saint in my heart
He sits there painting the tragic art.
Guilty are my hands
Following the mundane bands.
Astray is my mind
Is that hope lurking behind?.
Tightened are my feet to the rope of reality
I struggle seeing through the eyes of morality
Heavy is the pain i feel on my back
Bearing all the weight of what i lack.
I run through this maze
Constant twisting and turning phase
Freedom is the only thing i wish to face.
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The Enigmatic whispers... Series Of Poems By Flawed
PoetryA series of short poems that reflect reality, life, struggles and freedom from the shackles of the world built upon false pillars and rules, we were forged for a purpose or are we fools !
