I have put my self in there till this very day
The day I awaited for the freedom did I pray?
And now that it's dealt with I could finally bend my head
Form the Q's and S's and the timer's heatdead
But as I ascent it one can see a burnt smile
Filled up with a worry, a worry that piles
I feel all is rigmarole and try to peace with the freedom
But the word has lost the sense to it is growing up one of the reasons?...
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- Comment from author about the poem: (Q's - Questions, S's - Solutions) This one, I feel is one of the byproducts of growing up. When you struggle for something or you feel that your actions will bring you some kind of freedom or you ll achieve something and once it's done and dusted you still feel caged. I felt so tell me about you....
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"But as I ascent it one can see a burnt smile
Filled up with a worry, a worry that piles"
It's scary how much I relate to this poem....
.Amazing work~
Thank you really means a lot !!
Awesome write
Thank you!!
You're welcome
How to break the rusty cage?
Guess I need to consult with a sage!
Sages and mages can't save the sinking ship
But changing our personal lookout might do the trick!!
Well written!! Great work!
Thank you!! Appreciate that
Youth brings impatience. We think that a nail should be sunk with the first blow. Freedom is little understood and all actions have consequences.
Well said!!
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