"IT WASN'T MY FAULT"
she yelled from her cage
grasping through the cold bars
towards someone who wasn't there
she gasped for air
through her tears
waiting for someone to come along
and break her chains
for she had not committed the sin
he did.
YOU ARE READING
Gypsy
Poetrya poetry collection "Gypsy souls aren't meant to stay in one place; they're meant to wander. I got tired, bored, and depressed in the place that I was at. Change was the only option. So I packed up my soul in a suitcase and left."
