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I'm in a dark room
With my hand locked,
cold iron against my skin...
Stumbling on the floor
like a BLEEDING BIRD
trying to find a door...
The mocking voices in
my head are laughing
at my futile attempts...
but the hope of seeing
light urged me to try...
I started holing the wall
with the nail linking
the shackles of metal...
The think ray of light
entering the room
gave me new Strength
to defeat the inner demons...
Now i want to break the walls.
This poem is dedicated to ask the people of there fighting for their rights and standing for themselves...
The truth will set you free
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Meghana on 04 Feb 2024
Thank you @Udeeta Borpujari & @Wrsatyam. I'm glad you liked this poem. Your comments made my day. (I tried to reply to your comments individually but couldn't....)
Udeeta Borpujari on 04 Feb 2024
Nice
Wrsatyam on 04 Feb 2024
Beautiful poetry.