Prisoner

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Gravity is pulling the shoulders
Heaviness is retarding the movements
Vexation is not the real case
Current situation is a difficult maze

Been clambering with all my might
Optimism will soon be out of sight
Monotonous non-adventurous life
Fatuous feeling, nothing to beguile

The hanged clothes live in desert
Perfume talks no more about love
Street and Food are now just words
Writing them down because it hurts

Travel and Food and Clothes
Engulfs a body with confidence
Changes are important for a human life
Till when shall we live in this prison?

by
Kritika
https://www.instagram.com/undressedthought

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