darkchristian06
if you would like to, reply with constructive criticism, this is my "poetry/music" blog lol
"The Prison"
poemThe Iron clasps fall to the floor
Rusted
Broken
The red around my Ankle
Along with the rust stains,
Has a feeling of relief
The rope around my wrists
Drops to the ground
As the knot became undone
The Bar over my wings
Rolls away
As I stretch them out
And with a running start
I fly away
Leaving behind all regret
Only for happiness.
~~Jake
I got the idea for this one from Prolific day. lol i love your stuff!
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