I have been a gladiator in an arena full of hypocritical spectators.
Their biases have given me a heart of Spartacus with a mind running with thoughts devoid of vengeance.
So I'm pleased.
I'm hopeful of a fairytale escape from captivity.
I have visions of a place of liberation.
A pillow of tranquillity I shall lay my head.
I see a room of solitude.
That's my contention of peace.
Oh, my dreams leading to my gratification.
I shall fight my way through the set of obstacles.
I deem it a ground for a skill test.
A look again around ignites chuckles.
My hope of escape and joy coalesced.
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Poetic Artworks
Poetry"Just like an art gallery, a lot of artworks are on display. This book is synonymous to a gallery. A gallery of poetry. When you open the first page of this book, it's a step into a gallery literary artworks. So, brace yourselves all poetic eyes and...
