The sun calls me outside
But I am trapped inside
I stay seated – afraid
I don’t know why I stay,
I need to get away
Can’t breath – but still, I wait.
This cannot be my fate
But knowledge comes too late
I just swallow my words
Pens are stronger than swords –
Or so they say of words
That is true I suppose...
What of secret prose?
The words that turmoil throws –
The secrets that keep me trapp’d,
The secrets wrapped around me?
The fear surrounding me?
This is why I cannot be free.
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 1:25 AM UTC
The sun calls me outside
But I am trapped inside
I stay seated – afraid
I don’t know why I stay,
I need to get away
Can’t breath – but still, I wait.
This cannot be my fate
But knowledge comes too late
I just swallow my words
Pens are stronger than swords –
Or so they say of words
That is true I suppose...
What of secret prose?
The words that turmoil throws –
The secrets that keep me trapp’d,
The secrets wrapped around me?
The fear surrounding me?
This is why I cannot be free.