Chains down my throat. Hushing every word. Sowed soul into the brink of my freedom. Gray patterns of confliction sober me into the reality of what I wish wasn't real. Aching lips recover from speed and force. I wish I could say more. Do more.
My liberty isn't mine. I hate what takes it from me. It's my way of living. Yet, I am a slave to fear. Slowly I see a raindrop slide from the edge of my eye. A puddle of lies I stand in and no one can help me now. Not even those exact lies. Just my honest and pure love.
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Infinity
PoéziaA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
