Striving for adventure,
But only earning a lecture.
Yearning to be free,
And yet a cage is all I see,
Trying to pick the lock,
Hearing the tell tale tick-tock, tick-tock.
Time is running out,
Succumbing to another bout.
Not provided food or water,
Can feel myself growing hotter.
A desperate beg, a frantic plea,
Yet no escape for me.
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Author:
Cassandra Fate (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Not my style, probably not the best either.
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Comments1
I'm not even sure why, but I really felt this. Ignited a pit in my stomach. Well done.
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