Bloodied hands reaching for more

The other field is greener Holding lush, evergrowing leaves. Yet here I am fenced Forced to hush, unless we become thieves. My hands are bruised and torn Nails chipped, yet still, ‚Äčthey yearn. Fence too high for me to jump Wings clipped, when will I learn? A haze of gold and red I'm blind, the... Continue Reading →


Can you not hear me?

I wish I could be heard. Over the thundering voices, Each passing comment a blur Time limiting my choices. I wish i could be heard. No matter what I say, The chattering crowd hone in As i am their prey. I wish i could be heard. If only i could shout louder, But they trample... Continue Reading →

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