I often feel trapped
Like that of a prisoner
Held against my will.
In reality I'm free.
According to the government at least.
But i'm talking deeper.
Deeper than the dark blue seas.
Just below the surface.
..I'm controlled relentlessly.
Let me go! I scream.
All to no avail.
Let me speak!
My voice still frail.
Like that of a prisoner.
Held against my will.
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Life And Conflict
PoetryIs life what you had hoped it would be? Maybe you had envisioned going out in glory? Through poetry I will try to explain that it's not too late to go out all guns blazing..! These poem's will tackle life and conflict. Both the Gl...
