I am afraid of it
I don't know what it is
All my life
in the chains I live
I don't know what it is
How to live with it
When I hear the word
freedom
I am terribly sweating
I am afraid of freedom
It is unknown to me
Allow me to suffer
in the familiar state
As without its cloud
the rain cannot be
without my owner
I cannot be
I don't know what it is
I am afraid of it
All my life
in the chains I live
nice!stunning in words.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much Kanta! :)
DeleteA very well written and thought provoking piece which shines a bright light on the psychology of the victim... Well done
ReplyDeleteThank you very much Steve! :)
DeleteYou are not alone. Well expressed
ReplyDeleteThank you very much Martin! :)
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