I take a breath, it burns, I clutch my chest as fire shoots through my lungs. I don't like it, I don't want it, but I don't have a choice.
I should be happy, I should be grateful but everything...feels like a chore and a bore and something I am bound to. I can't let them see, can't let them know that I'm silently drowning.
The cage must stay locked ,sealed, as always. In...out...hold it...they can never know but I ask myself..will I forever be on this pendulum ride.
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Writings from the soul
Poetryhello my name is Xander and these are my original poems/ short writings. I write what's real to me, what's my reality and what is raw but also some are just burst of inspiration and I write as they come to me and will keep them organized. feel fre...
