Wanders freely,
Carelessly,
Yet feels cooped up inside.
Fights a battle,
Day by day,
Though through the nights, cried.
Hunts for food,
Desperately,
But never finds their prey.
Curls up and hides,
With fear, not pride,
And needs help, to find the way.
Won't seek it again,
Finds a new home,
Under other skies.
Think it will improve,
This land, that's new,
But all that's found is lies.
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A Different Voice
Poetry"Why is it that those who choose rightly and differently from others never feel like they have succeeded until others tell them that they have succeeded? And why is it that those who choose wrongly and the same to others never realise that they hav...
