Wednesday, September 18, 2013


I can't see where i am going

Neither can i see where i came from

Dirt littered all around

Can't seem to find my ground

Rats all around

Biting my toes when i stop

Scuffling when i walk

I see a light in the distance

Its just another candle snuffed out in the struggle

My hands are tied

My legs are shackled

The cling clang of the chains represents my struggle

Held down against my will

Flesh torn with every deed

This is my struggle among the commons.

© thelma migue, 2013

A cizoepoetry collection. 


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