Chained up in a cell
Walls thick, flaky, ashy
Maybe if I pound and pound
I can be free
But I'm too scared to be free
What would I do?
Where would I go?
Pretty soon they'll just find me again
And string me up even harder
A crushed fly
Even if I escape
Think of a master plan
Run away
And never get caught again
I'd still feel the neverending guilt
It's a kind of looming feeling
That never fades
An endless cloud filled day
Never any sun
Never have your head in the clouds
Clouds of violent thunderstorms
This is a mess
That there's no easy way out of
But I got myself into it
I was the one
That hit the spider's web
I should've known better
Not reflect so much
On my aridity
My regrets
They say in life
To have no regrets
Nothing you'd go back and change
Because everything happens
For a reason
I don't think I deserve this
Yet it's happening to me
Confined for
Forever
It seems so long
Without the ability to be free
But I'm too scared to be free
So I'll always stay
A trapped fly in a flue
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Bonded With Tears (7)
PoetryA poetry book. A semi-story based loosely on real life events, mainly my emotions amplified on paper. Also linked to the idea of homelessness.
