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When life turns to cages
When you give up your mind
For someone claiming victory
Can we mention insanity

Or a feather on the wind
Gathering in the dark
Spreading across the water
We're running out of time

Before being washed
Upon some sandy shore
Avoid being squashed
Or worst fate in store

Won’t you hold out for me
More for a little while
I'm running out of time
Only just hanging on

Where is this all going
To get me out in time
Holding out for dear life
A beggar in his prime
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Posted: Sep 3
About this poem:
The terrible irony between freedom and oppression.

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Comments (1)

Mizzy4online today!
The fear and uncertainty must be unbearable. Your poem depicts the sad realisation.

Regards Mick.

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