Centered is my position, everyone is glaring with looks of despise. None of them is on my side , not even the person who promised me that he will. They are giving me the looks of a murder yet they do not realise that I am the one who got stabbed, right in front of everyone . It seems at that moment everyone e was blinded somehow . I have not done much, I did not weild my sword yet. I wish to but I do not have much of a choice . None is giving me a chance to explain, and at this point, my sword became double edged. Want to escape from the cage I was put in and the bars that torchered me . When will I taste the long awaited freedom? I seems more and more out of reach. When my night turns into day, my misery slowly changes into anger, fury and regret.
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First Gate
PoetryFeelings and emotions several characters of code name:biatris(to be published) have hidden from the world, to you the might be shallow, but what lies beyond the darkness as biatris and the rest open the first gate of their emotions to their dear...
