Apr 2015
Running, falling,
slipping, crawling
feelin' like I'm in a daze
wish I could escape this haze
Something holds onto me tightly
stopping me from living fully
I am trapped, but yet
I am *free
slipping, crawling
feelin' like I'm in a daze
wish I could escape this haze
Something holds onto me tightly
stopping me from living fully
I am trapped, but yet
I am *free
First poem
