I'm enclosed in a square box,
not knowing
w t
h u
i r
c n
h six corners to....to
I'm trapped, with this endless weight upon my shoulders that suffocates my
existence.
Never feeling free, for emotions cloud my
resistance.
Evaporating to a diverse world of creations
within
my
mind.
My body surrenders to the disadvantages of youth.
The box forever closed to keep me trapped from the truth.
What am I to do?
Break
free
and
fly
away...
I'm enclosed in a square box, not
knowing that the six
c
o
r
n
e
r
s are making me stay.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
P.O.E.T.R.Y
PoesiaPo•et•ry /poh-i-tree/ noun 1. the art of rhythmical composition, written or spoken, for exciting pleasure by beautiful, imaginative, or elevated thoughts. 2. literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ide...
