31 May 2013 8 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: bound, confined, lost, prisoner, trapped
It is not easy to be me
Forever wanting to be free.
A tiny little bird
Fighting hard to be heard .
Caught up tight in the spiders web
Bound by feet, hands and head.
To the spot tightly glued
Prisoner to the silent feud.
Trying hard to keep the faith
Working towards heavens’ gate.
I try hard not to give in
But my independence is seen as a sin.
If we were having coffee , every Sunday
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