These iron chains hold me
And in this dungeon I’m trapped
Feebly I bang the doors
In the vain attempt
To be rescued
But one should never trust another
Not with their life, anyway
For only when I learn to rise
Learn to stand tall on my own
Only then will I be freed
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My Collection of Shorter Poetry
PoetryThese are my shorter poems (10 lines or less). My poems are very near and dear to my heart- yes, some are strange, but they write themselves. Any way, here goes...
