Time moves and I'm trapped here for too long
In this gold web, no growth of my stuck soul
I pray for liberation, too weak to make it on my own
Who'll ever pick the rotten fruit and help the decayed tree to grow?
Give me strength, uproot me, I know there will be pain
What's the difference, this deep hole tortures me just the same
Open my eyes, I'm blind but I want to see
Save me from my biggest enemy
YOU ARE READING
Random thoughts pretending to be poems
PoetryPoems written in post-covid era, when my writing style had suddenly changed a lot, significantly affected and inspired by Lana Del Rey's Violet book and her post-NFR albums and by other circumstances still unknown to me.
