From my poetry collection FLOWERS DO SPEAK
To be in prison,is a human condition.
But isn't also a tree,bind to itself and not free?
To be in prison,is living with no reason.
But isn't also thoughts,the cages built by our words?
I always felt that life is a prison,that ends with death.
Counting the moments,nights and days with every breath.
Can't escape life otherwise,the solution is to be wise.
Having yourself as a friend,living with dreams that have no end.
I am caged to myself,can't be another woman.
I am born a human,can't be an animal or plant.
I am destined to have as a wife or as a partner a man.
I am born this way,to differ i can't.
Is my nature my prison?
Is this world my prison?
Is it myself i can't escape
or is it life that i am afraid?
Poetry by AFRODITE STATHI
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Written on 2021-11-24 at 11:10
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PRISON
To be in prison,is a human condition.
But isn't also a tree,bind to itself and not free?
To be in prison,is living with no reason.
But isn't also thoughts,the cages built by our words?
I always felt that life is a prison,that ends with death.
Counting the moments,nights and days with every breath.
Can't escape life otherwise,the solution is to be wise.
Having yourself as a friend,living with dreams that have no end.
I am caged to myself,can't be another woman.
I am born a human,can't be an animal or plant.
I am destined to have as a wife or as a partner a man.
I am born this way,to differ i can't.
Is my nature my prison?
Is this world my prison?
Is it myself i can't escape
or is it life that i am afraid?
Poetry by AFRODITE STATHI
Read 226 times
Written on 2021-11-24 at 11:10
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