I'm lost.
Once again.
I'm lost in this beautiful forest.
I got lured in.
Why did I come here??
Why?
Why did I run away
From one hell to another.
Only
The previous hell was a
Pretty cage.
Like a bird in captive.
I bided my time
Within those silver bars.
Now there are no cages
Just tall
Frightening trees
Within this
Beautiful forest
Beautiful hell
I'm lost.
I'm held captive by these
Temptations.
I was seduced by the thought of being free.
To be free.
And what a cost I had to pay
For this freedom.
Losing my way.
Losing my freedom.
To be free.
I'm free
By being bound
By shackles made from
Twines and
Bars from trees.
Just a pretty bird....
To be pretty till I die.
- laina
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Words Sung By A Weeping Soul
PoetryThis is a collection of poems. My genre Is angst and these poems are full of them. Pondering about the world, wondering why you exist. I try to put thoughts like these into my poems. And a warning my poems don't rhyme. And contain simple words but w...
