Jerson Mark Agulay
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I'm trapped in a cave.
A cave devoid of light.
Out there is something I crave,
But it's been stripped from my sight.
I could try and be brave,
But that'd only be seen as a slight.
Embraced by the cold,
Warmed by hate.
Even with gold,
There are things you can't create.
That's what they've sold,
But would it also make me feel great?
The things I've been told,
Would it be wrong if I deviate?
Restrained by a chain,
It rattles as I move.
Steps seen with disdain,
My logic is what they reprove.
The splattering of the rain,