Slavery

lovely_writer3


My life as a slave
Is like living in a cave
No freedom no rights
As if someone turned out the lights
Throughout the day I'm a slave
Throughout the night my mind a maze
You'd be surprised
What I see through these eyes
So blurry so bright
I shake with fright
My life as a slave is like living in a cave
And I ask you now in the darkness of the night
Will you be my light?

  • Authors: lovely_writer3
  • Visible: All lines
  • Finished: January 22nd, 2016 02:00
  • Limit: 15 stanzas
  • Invited: Friends (users on his/her list of friends can participate)
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 36
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