I'm sitting in a cell,
The gibbet's where i'll go
Even though my head is full of thoughts,
My soul is empty as it gets.
You give me your hand,
To take me to my end.
You tell me stories
That are bringing up memories.
The walls have scars
I wish the time would go fast.
Sadly, for a long time we haunt the hallways,
Waiting to be hanged and turned to dust.
Finally, we reach outside,
The gibbet's there,
The sun's about to hide,
But it doesn't feel fair.
I thought i was going to be turned
To dust.
Little did i know
It was stardust.
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This isn't exactly what
I wanted, but i hope you like it
And if you do,
Feel free to vote.
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Caged In
PoetryThis is a book that contains some poems that, in some way, resembles to my life.Some bits of each poem is me. This is about the struggles some of us go through.Feel free to vote if you like it, i would truly appreciate it, thank you!.
