Trapped
My life is so depressing
I feel trapped, in need of space
I need some fresh air to breathe
A gentle breeze touching my face
A taste of freedom to make me feel whole
Instead of suffocating in this human goldfish bowl
14 March 2020
Number 3
Copyright © Shirley Hawkins | Year Posted 2020
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