In the spring of my youthful vigor,
I am chained to a chair.
Chained by a tormenting figure,
for which I have no care.
So on this seat I linger,
and into textbooks I stare;
Day by day I grow more bitter
at the thought of how I will fare.
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Author:
MonsieurMuhtarram (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments1
A tale oppression followed by realization and an emerging resistance....been there. Well said, great poem.
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