Exposed to light, it gave me a fright.
run away run away, oh how so much i did pray.
Through the field, with that my fate sealed.
out into street, where lights did meet.
My pale face sweating, i fell into their netting.
Back i go, to a place i wish not be. Where i am not free.
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Author:
Thinker (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 10th, 2017 18:17
- Comment from author about the poem: Wrote it about my cousin, Poor guy
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Escape from vice and moral ineptitude is possible; I’m living proof (but it’s not over until it’s over). Let’s pray that your cousin may be able to say the same some day soon.
Agreed,
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