Restrained


No words linger on my mind
Like a jewel so rare to find
I have a pen on my hand
But my body won't write
So as the paper on my side
Who's empty as am I
I dug deep on my mind
Searching for tormenting answers
But found nothing but a jar of dust
Sign of forgotten old times
Retrograde and forsaken it is
Did I lost myself
While struggling for freedom
Or don't I have any from the start?
I tried to ponder for hundred times
But ended up losing my own troiler

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I just feel to write something about freedom, maybe to satisfy my thirst for being chained and dictated by the society my whole life!