Trapped and trembling, small and frail,
Within the darkness of a bag, so pale.
Muffled cries, unheard by all,
Their tiny claws scratching, against the wall.
So young and innocent, their fate unknown,
No light in sight, no love to be shown.
Desperate for a way out, they cling to life,
In a world so cruel, full of pain and strife.
Oh, how my heart aches, for these little ones,
Trapped and alone, with nowhere to run.
May they find solace, in a world so vast,
Where their spirits may thrive, at last.
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Coffee, Books, and Me |POETRY|
PoetryThis is a collection of Unpredictable Poetries. Coffee, and books have always been my greatest companions in writing my poems. A lot of thoughts always pop up in my mind every time I drink coffee or read books.
