my sad poemThe bonds of time are closing in the freedom leaves you be, the fists of pain upon your shoulders keeps you from standing free.my sad poem
The feeling of suffering overwhelms
You fall down in despair, The cry of suffering is never heard By anyone who is there.
This noose is slowly tightening stopping you from breaking free, There’s a shackle on each arm and leg they're locked but there’s no key.
Grief darkens your vision Sadness clogs your throat, The freedom you once saw Is gone and left to float.
The darkness closes in Blo
Rosie x
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I can't not think
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