a mask of ignorance, well practiced
worn with a careless heart feigned
but time, a tyrant, i count with care
each passing moment a whispered prayer.
this gilded cage, its grip tight,
the walls close in, a suffocating embrace.
i watch the hours slip away, breathless,
yearning for freedom, unrestrained and wild.
YOU ARE READING
secrets from the lair
Poetryan anthology of bad poetry, but who cares [the lowercase letters all throughout are intentional, they're not grammatical errors]
