Trapped
You may be thinking, sometimes, everything is well,
It is then, as though from nowhere, breaks out the hell;
Life goes out of your hands; only goodness knows where,
You feel, as though with none you could, all your pains share,
Fate, destiny or nemesis you can name it,
No way, yet, you can escape than to it submit...!
19 April 2022
Bite Size Poem no.42 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Copyright © Christuraj Alex | Year Posted 2022
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