Moving Up

Goodbye to the walls, the ceiling, the floor,
The windows, the mirrors, the paintings, the doors,
I've been locked up too long, not free to roam-
So I'll make some new friends, and find a new place to call home.

Poetry by kata
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Written on 2008-12-30 at 07:08

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Painful Profits
hey kata,

this is fantastic !

hopin to have a mental sunrise of my own soon...

well hope you had a great new years,


A fresh start, your poem made me feel like an adventure is beginning.

that would be a wonderful feeling of freedom.