There has to be more
Than the limits of this body.
There’s so much more of me.
Than what’s trapped inside.
I feel stuck between these walls.
I need to escape.
How to break free from these boundaries?
They say the sky is the limit.
But my sky is crashing down around me.
Captivating me into my claustrophobia.
Why is this age so darkening onto me?
I am confined to the dark sea of nothing.
Because my potential cannot be reached.
With the rules of society.
God, I think you misplaced me.
I think yesterday was my time;
Was this mistake a part of your game?
Think of what a genius could come from tomorrow.
I forgot what you told me when I left those gates.
Can’t you save me anymore?
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The Ghosts of my past.
PoezjaLiterally, the ghosts of my past. My pain and such. Poetry from 2008-2009.