I want to fly,
I want to soar,
I want to run across the fields.
I stare out the window,
And longingly rest my eyes upon the trees.
What must I do to get out of here?
What must I do to leave?
The walls around me trap my body,
But my mind longs for more.
I claw against the door,
In hopes someone will hear my silent pleas.
Why can I not move?
Why am I stuck in this quicksand?
I want to run,
I want to bolt,
I want to fly through the sky.
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The Battle
PoetryTwo sides, Stuck in an eternal dance, To fight, to win, to live, to lose, to die. A dance not for the faint of heart, But for the bold and courageous. Both going for the heart, To take it out, and be the first to spill blood. For an eternity has th...
