With the only freedom I have I destroy myself.
Fiction | September 8, 2008 | ShareSitting 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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