My hands are bound,
Shackles hold me down,
My world is crumbling,
Before my eyes.
Is it spiritual?
Is it physical?
Is it mental?
I am loosing touch.
I want to lie down,
Close my eyes
Drift away,
And never wake up.
The hopelessness,
The emptiness,
The agony.
As i levitate,
To a better place,
A peaceful place.
A Poem by Thelma Migue.
i love the fast paced rhythm and the tempo, good finishing (like peace after a very noisy atmosphere.)
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