Whenever I felt my freedom-I became a slave,
My thought binds me puts me in unknown cave,
Deep darken cave with no way out-complete trap,
My thought again awakes me with new, with clap,
Iteration, wheeling, circling, boring me to dead,
Not often, but always I suffered, always I bled
Some thoughts are certainly painful and mediating upon that impartially leads to mental calm. Nice writing.
Some thoughts are certainly painful and meditating upon that impartially is the way for mental calm. Nice writing.
Freedom should always shine through. Very nice message transferred through this poem really. Nice one.
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Whenever I felt my freedom-I became a slave, My thought binds me puts me in unknown cave,