A breath
deeply inhaled
coursing through
the veins
that echo.
Hollow when
pounded on
by desperate
fists fighting
for freedom.
The cage
keeping them
all in.
Until their
cry pierces
the walls
letting them
go out
only to see
the world
that was
created by
themselves.
*Bangs head on table* sorry about that guys. I'm confused by what I meant too.
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Poetry
PoetryPoems I write because I decided not to make a million books! Some will stay as individual books though (: The cover is my awesome quill edited a lot! Thanks for reading tell me how you feel!
