Futuristic and glamorous
Is what I'll become in my shattered reality.
Right now, I'm simply hazardous
Chasing not money, but sanity.
In my awful vision,
I am taken away somewhere distant.
Trying hard not to get fooled by my illusion
Somewhere where I realize something's wrong in an instant.
I couldn't speak
With my hands tied harshly
And I felt weak
With hands covering my mouth.
They are trying to silence me.
Steer me, control me, take me away.
I try to hope for a better day,
But I'm wondering when I'll be free.
If I'll ever be free.
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Deep Thoughts in The City
PoetryThoughts that have just occured to me. Abstract, soulful, dramatic; my poems are about pretty much everything. I try to post daily :)
