Fetter
My movements was restrained.
Far too long chained,
To the path I mustn't stray,
The goal I must carry.
Their dreams became my own,
The thing I must achieve alone.
But my star shone bright,
High above the skies.
Waiting for the right time,
When my shackles no longer strain,
My desire to reach for my own dreams.
April 5, 2020
11:03PM
ESTÁS LEYENDO
100 Days || Poetry
Poesía2nd Place : The Pantheon Awards 2020 100 Days. 100 thoughts. 100 poems. Welcome to my newest collection of poems written based on what random things that comes into my mind. Be it pain, or happiness. Join me as I challenge myself to write from scra...
