Home, which had always meant security
was now a cell.
Days, which had always promise eternity
were now empty.
Life was a closed room
with no windows or doors on it.
There was a road.
In other times I thought it leaded somewhere.
It has already no end.
I lost my wings.
Or maybe I never had wings.
Maybe I'm condemned
Maybe I will always have to be me.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
Home, which had always meant security
was now a cell.
Days, which had always promise eternity
were now empty.
Life was a closed room
with no windows or doors on it.
There was a road.
In other times I thought it leaded somewhere.
It has already no end.
I lost my wings.
Or maybe I never had wings.
Maybe I'm condemned
Maybe I will always have to be me.
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