prisoner

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Authorbrownpiano
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Tags freeform poetry 

locked up in a cage where everything in reach doesnt make sense
steel bars made of ty logic and unreliable teachings
fed with false hope, a teaspoon of courage, and a lot of fear
coat in a blanket of little attention— still cold, still alone.

forced to walk on thorns and burnt ashes— barefoot
leash around her neck, blindfolded to her own freedom
strings on her limbs, and as a puppet she moved
snip. and there all her being thrown, lifeless on the ground

 

—combustingcolours

 

 

*to those whom i owe replies to: im sorry, im not thinking straight. i'll reply when i can.

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