Look how stark is the irony,
I thought I would laughing be,
But now they claim the culprit is me,
"Who else could it be?",
They reason with their ability,
Charge me for treason;deem me guilty,
They bind me to my misery,
No escape, no light to see,
How, oh now, can I be free?
When it's my conscience that shackles me.
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Intrepid whims of a timid mind
PoetryThese are some of my works which I wrote unsolicited, solely for the sake of putting pen to paper, hope you find solace in their gravity, or at least find them worth your time. Bear In mind, these are just experiments, I do not claim to have any exc...
