It is just a dream in the early morning,
It may be real but vague, it’s true.
The world is here but far away,
for the prisoner’s crying, seeks for the way.
An invisible chain is gripping,
like a magic spell to keep you home.
For those who run, there comes the fiends
blinded your eyes, deafen you ears.
We’ve dressed one another’s wounds
after trying to mend our zones,
and crying with no sounds,
and praying for the mounds.
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Nov, 26th. 2020
