I am a slave to these chains
that are locked in my ankles and wrists
I'm sealed in a cage
left here starved and bare
I feel dirty and cold
just enough to feel a little numb
my throat aches from how parched it is
thirsty for the flavor of freedom
I no longer have a free will
for my soul is confined in this sorrow
- trapped
YOU ARE READING
surviving the storm
PuisiA collection of poems meant to soothe and release the pain from the rainy days
