I prowl this cage I have made for myself,
I stare at they key.
My freedom is in sight.
The only obstacle is myself.
I fight this image in the mirror.
For freedom, for myself, for my life.
I slap my hands on these bars I've made.,
My fortress.
My prison,
My cage which I keep out the world.
Who am I saving?
Myself
Or mankind,
who am I to judge if I am the only prisoner in this cell.
My cell,
Is the cage I hide in.
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I write my heart on paper (Volume One)
PoetryAll my poems together. The poems are my thoughts, feelings and my heart on the page.