we are all confined,
confined by nature or by force.
it is us defined,
defined by people with a cause.
our souls wanting to be set free,
to be able to breathe again.
their eyes wanting to see,
the light of truth again.
personalities are kept in a box,
never to be opened, never at reach.
for they scream more than just "fragile",
but yet they are vying to be preached.
rainbow souls blurry behind the clouds,
sunshine could not trespass them out.
rain added more misery,
and collaborated with lighting to add fury.
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Poetry❝ i took some food for thought, it might be poisoned. ❞ POETRY | PROSE | THOUGHTS © walkinglovesong 2017 HR : 190 | POETRY
