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Caged,
Locked up,
Stuck.
The grip on my chest is tightening,
My eyes are blazing burnt,
Pain seeps out of my pores.
Im sorry I'm not perfect.
I crave disappointment,
I lust for desperation.
Adrenaline fly me away from here,
I can no longer take the confusion.
Im tied,
Forbidden,
Free.
Note- This is relatively darker than most of my poetry, I realize that :P
Locked up,
Stuck.
The grip on my chest is tightening,
My eyes are blazing burnt,
Pain seeps out of my pores.
Im sorry I'm not perfect.
I crave disappointment,
I lust for desperation.
Adrenaline fly me away from here,
I can no longer take the confusion.
Im tied,
Forbidden,
Free.
Note- This is relatively darker than most of my poetry, I realize that :P
Published 10th Jul 2013
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I enjoyed the reading . .may I suggest' I'm sorry I'm not perfect' take away one of the I'ms and, in the last stanza . . .'I am tied,forbidden, free'( read slowly with spaces between each word . . . .reading poetry is a more difficult art than the writing ) scans more smoothly however I still like this, dark as it is . . . . . you can only write as you feel
15th Jul 2013 9:27am
