Oppression
I sit in a wasteland of oppression
Wrting and painting out my obsession
Freedom only in my mind itself
Imagination on each brain shelf
Feeling for the words to say
‘freedom is me everyday’
Hoping that someday, some way
It was
Choked and strangled i take my breaths
I have to resist from wishing death
Dreaming and thinking my only wealth
Invisible wires hold me
Cut me, bind me, restrain me
The straps feel tighter everyday
Everyday, until i imagine them away
And then i return to reality
The tight jailframe of reality
Heavy sand buries me
Poisonous gas fills me
A sweet torture outlives me
As i try to live being me
Every second is a dieing moment
And every moment is a painful death
And then reincarnated, the cycle begins
And never ends again
On pillows and riches i sit
Behind polished palace walls
All alone
With no one to rescue me
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