For The Forsaken

Lips become motionless like flies incarcerated in a spider web,

Head wrapped in a plastic bag, I thirsty for a little dose of oxygen,

To regurgitate these words and thoughts caged inside me,

Why should I be branded sacrilegious for unveiling my perspective?

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This is just a teaser, I reserve the full poem ✌🏿️✌🏿✌🏿

That’s it, really.

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