A prisoner I was,
A burden I was,
A cryer I've been,
A liar from what it seems,
Broken,do you know what it means?
To sit alone and list your faults?
You just keep on going
And going
And going.
But the moment I let you go,
The chains holding me back disappeared,
The prison gates opened,
The constant rain had stopped,
All that was left was for me to walk out
And embrace my new found freedom
YOU ARE READING
From The Inside
PoetryI'd firstly like to thank a young lady named Takatso for making my cover art,you're a star. So this book for me deals with a lot of inner conflict that I faced in the time of writing it,I couldn't comprehend or trust my own feelings due to a lot of...
