CAGED
Closing in
That's what they did
The walls
Suffocating her
Her piercing shrieks filled the air
But to no avail
Her screams were drowned out
Drowned out by her enemies' laughter
No one could save her
It was late
Much
Too
Late.
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Of The Soul
PoetryCalamity, joy, anger, zeal... The list goes on. Connotations follow connotations. Emotions ever-changing and quite as diverse as the colours of our skin. For years thoughts fly through our head. Quotes, poetry and words that can colour in our world...
