imprisoned, invisibly.

i used to like writing poetry in high-school ,i found it therapeutic

(as i typed this, marry jane was all up in my brain)

Imprisoned, Invisibly

Vedalken Shackles,

you’ve let me breathe but not live,

Vedalken Shackles,

you lent, but never let me own,

Vedalken Shackles,

mine is yours, but yours is not mine,

Vedalken Shackles,

your hold so snug, so tight,

Vedalken Shackles,

you beat me, always, without a fight,

Vedalken Shackles,

you take my dreams, pushing them far from sight

Vedalken Shackles,

you guide me here and there, but never provide light,

Vedalken Shackles,

my family too, you choke with all your might,

Vedalken Shackles,

you’ve turned something green so very mean,

Vedalken Shackles,

society too, functions on you,

Vedalken Shackles,

turning to crime, tart like a lime
Vedalken Shackles,

when i have the key, the day that i’m free,

Vedalken Shackles,

ill break your hold, years you have scold

Vedalken Shackles,

free my family, my friends, the whole household,

Vedalken Shackles,

the feeling of numb, the feeling of cold

Vedalken Shackles,

is finally gone now, making you fold

Vedalken Shackles,

so clear so nice now, no more blindfold

Vedalken Shackles.

e.n.d.

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