being behind bars,
unable to move,
my world inside feels lonely.
but the world outside,
a messy pit,
i'm not sure of my
own capability in breathing
toxic air.
by all means,
i need to look Up.
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PoetryPoetry of which describes humanity's thoughts and feelings. Maybe not everything, or maybe not at all. Maybe we, humans, aren't created to be numb, and we exist to experience, therefore we feel. Enjoy yourself with a drink, as you read through these...
