In a mellow tone he spoke,
his endless poise long gone,
"There are too many thorns out there in that distant world,
they will harm you from the core."
And I, naive and unsuspecting, gave in
Letting my innocent soul be caged again.
In a robotic tone he spoke,
his words intricately woven with undetectable lies,
"You are not to go outside with those you call friends,
for harm shall befall you."
And I, confused and hurt, gave in
Letting my aggravated soul be caged again.
In a grim tone he spoke,
his speckled eyes swimming with barely contained anger,
"You shall not neglect my words,
for I am your only saviour!"
And I, realising the loses I had to bear,
recognising my unquenchable thirst for knowledge,
and the need to search for truth and love,
rise, with those dear to me and wage war.
Letting my caged soul break free from the grimy bars.
In a low tone he spoke,
his life withering away before my eyes.
"I did this for you, and no one else, my child!"
And I, displeased and tired, twist his existence into nothingness.
Never again am I letting my soul be caged.
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When A Bud Blooms | Poetry
Poetry[COMPLETED] "As I see visions of me escaping this wretched reality, the hidden path behind me that I travelled a moment ago disappears, and the bridge readies itself to once more daunt. Through moments of such hesitation and doubt, oh pray, let me f...
