there is a beast
clutching at my rib cage
like the bars of a cell.
he is trapped behind bars of ivory,
his fists beat at my weary bones,
begging to be set free
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metanoia
PoesíaM E T A N O I A (n.) : the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life this is my first poetry book, and because this book is not completed yet they are very unorganized. when i'm finished the book will be rearranged. all poetry is...
anxiety
there is a beast
clutching at my rib cage
like the bars of a cell.
he is trapped behind bars of ivory,
his fists beat at my weary bones,
begging to be set free
