My mind is weighted by an iron anchor,
Dragged deep into the recesses of the sea.
Watch how the treacherous tyrants thank her,
She who holds me, hiding the key to my esprit
Red, my skin bleeds as I battle the bond
Struggling, eternally… fighting to be free
My sparkling ocean shrinks to a stagnant pond
Here sapped like a gourd in the desert’s heat
Evaporating energy into the great beyond
Despite what you think, my head follows my feet
My feet, walk the same path as does my heart
Hoping to one day meet freedom in the street.
Dying for liberty, has become the people’s art.
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Tears and blossom
قصص المراهقينPoetry for the Attys This is a collection of poetry I wrote over the last few months. Each poem is special to me in one way or another... Each tells a story. It was interesting to write in forms and styles I hadn't even known existed till I decided...
