Imprisoned Mind
Locked behind the bars of mind,
It suffers to breathe freedom
It has wings,
But not the sky.
It has words streaming inside,
But not the voice to preside.
It has dreams to live,
But still lacks the power to desire.
Wearing a shade of silence It speaks,
Words that no one hears,
It pleads to no one but, Itself
It had blood racing through it,
But not the strength to survive.
Its nothing;
But my Imprisoned Mind.......
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