I feel like the grey chain
Around my hand and ankle.
I'm stuck here ...
Trying to escaping from them
And break the chain.
But I can't.
Until see the big light,
I look down to my hand,
Get up,
Step forward
And never give up.
I still continue...
One day, I will be
Free
-me, 8pm
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ПоэзияThis was my first poem. Please, be respect and kind to me with my own poem. If any mean comment, I'll delete it. Enjoy it! :)
