Why is it they try and controll you
When you are free as the night as
it Is struck with blinding light
Dont you see
The damage is done
Her wings are clipped
Thrown away
Into that god awful trap
Her scars will run deep
Along with her scattered soul
As she cries her fury
The night now gone as
The morning is at its withers end
Why do you hate
What you do not know
why control
The inevitable
Is she not strong
Does she not empower.
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Oh, How Cold And Treacherous
PoetryA short poems that I hope you all like or relate to This is a picture from google.
