He builds a firm basis for his life
By being faithfully to himself.
He hardens himself to his situation
And harbours no ill will against anyone.
He lives on his own lonely street.
Amusing himself in his own world.
Grooving on his entire existence
As well as the privilege to a choice.
There comes a cruel charm ruin the even
Background of his self control.
She plays games of carrot and stick
Then, obligates him to her for life.
Just like an ash on street of his life,
Veils by the glowing embers, which conquer
The whole map of his dearest skies.
Losing sleep offers to him as a prize.
He can’t believe she snuffs out all
Of his freedom. He is in her cage.
Daily, she slicks his ears with her verbal claws
As his heart keeps bleeding for an answer.
Please tell me what you think
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well my master exams in 10 days pray for me hard plzz,this poem's nice too but bit unclear though yet I really liked this line a lottttttt:The hope of freedom in her cage
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Take care!
Scarzat
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