I badly wanted to run
Far far away from here,
And so I did ...
Now everything felt free:
It was peaceful, not silent;
It was light, not empty;
It was freedom, not loneliness;
It seemed to be so endless;
Like a glimpse to a paradise;
Yet I woke up
Bound to my chains again,
Back inside my cage -
Where I was treated like a monster,
More often than like a prisoner.
ESTÀS LLEGINT
Read My Soul
Poesia"Writing my soul in the form of poetry." They say if you'd wish to know more about a poet, you should read their poems - because that's where their hearts are poured into. This book is a collection of poetry (and prose) that I wrote to express all m...
