I was a prisoner, bound by my ignorance, enslaved and restricted...
I was young and oblivious,
Chained to the circumstances of life,
Until I listen to the cry of my soul, FREEDOM! FREEDOM!
So I left my comfort zone,
I walked a thousand miles,
I struggled
I persevered
And now I am free
-Bright
YOU ARE READING
The Quill Spits Blood
PoetryAnd so my heart bleeds unto the paper, telling my stories in bloody stains. ●Everything is better expressed in poetry! ●A compilation of poems written by yours truly.
