Poems

    Chain of Past

    They know what am I before I realize it
    They threat me different, whoever they are
    Pushing me to ground, break my wings
    Before I realize I have wings to fly

    They know how dangerous I could become
    So they cease every spirit of me
    Crushing every confidences of me
    Point me as failure

    The religion once I dedicated at
    Chain me with barbs when I asleep
    Those priests would have burn me
    If I don’t runaway disappointed

    I’m still bound to these rusty chains
    Bring the burden along, every time, everywhere
    Wounds so deep, bleeding and torturing

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