staring at these walls, so trapped
how am i to be the best version of myself if i can't adapt?
my sack of sadness now wrapped
i've been in here like i'm scrapped.
these walls make punches and pounds
my lungs can no longer make sounds,
dried out from these screeching rounds
my body is tied to no bounds.
at a time, i'll break free
maybe one day i'll be
something more than "what were we?"
wait until then, i'd finally see!
a breath of rainy air,
hands outstretched without a care.
with you i can now bare
my bloody hands are clean from in there.
washing away those crimes,
my troublesome sins are no longer chimes.
now, i can run away with the times,
and be one with the vines.
date: 4th august, 2017
time: 19:42 p.m.
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World of Poems
شِعرtake a long, good look into my healing heart and melodrama mind. breathe in my sweet, scented words and hold them close to your bleeding, scaly skeleton aching for emotion; they'll cradle your aching soul and sing mellow lullabies you've never even...
