If I dare I might think I was lying in soft fields of grass,
with butterflies and other insects flying 'round me.
If I dare I would imagine I was below a vast blue sky,
without a single patch of white in sight.
If I dare I would feel a gentle breeze, blowing my hair into my face.
If I dare I would see trees, their many leaves swaying happily in the wind.
If I dare I would feel the sun's heat, stroking my skin, whispering "freedom"
I open my eyes...
Hard cement floor, bats, flies.
Darkness.
One tree, half dead 'round the corner.
Dim flickering flashlight.
Turn back.
And I don't dare to leave this life anymore.
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Withering Ties ✔
Şiir"Being disillusioned is realizing that the boy you changed your religion for did not love his god as much as you thought...and he'll never love you either." A writer is not only characterized by their bestselling novel. A writer is somebody who drea...
