With the only freedom I have I destroy myself.

Fiction | September 8, 2008 | Share

Sitting in the darkness

Peering through the light

I look around the room

Straining my mind

I see the smoke rising

Nauseating my head

I feel myself losing

Swaying away

The freedom I want

I do not get

With what I have I waste myself.

Charulata Somal

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