A Liberty

Its obscure to complain when one has health

but when one is prisoner to ones cell, you cant avoid

wishing for feedom

wishing for change 

wishing to ake up in a different day 

Iit's hard to make the best of it 

when chains of over protection cut the blood circulation of veins

survival is a mission when one cant express 

the finest expression in happiness, sorrow, or content

Poetry is a vein, life is exprssion

you and me give the life of critique

so, let it be to be free