Confinment
In the confinement of my pen i groped
Mesmerizing in the region of the unknown
Upon which i hunger and anger for change
Because their is a drop of change in my vein
I even have dreams to build landscape in doubts
But my cognitive region was invaded
By the admiration of guilt and deceit
Hence, i became a king conquering illusory
Marks by typical defiance
Defying the deportation of reality
Maybe because i was a teenage king
Encumbered with the chauvinism
You will not believe, my pen still linger
In confinement.
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