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 my bad attempts at writing poetry, but who cares [the lowercase letters all throughout are intentional, they're not grammatical errors]
